I Was Mistaken As A Monstrous Genius Actor Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ . . . is like, in many ways, that diner in Portsmouth. A crack. A junction point between realities, a confluence of bent cosmic angles, a place where strange, unexplainable . . . often violent things happen.” I stare at that journal for a heartbeat, then whisper, “The boy. Who was the boy, the ‘messenger?’ You said he looked like someone, but you wouldn’t say who, because you didn’t want to believe.” A resigned sigh, that of someone letting everything out, finally. “Michael Lockenstein. The autistic savant I grew up with, who I wrote my first novel about. He looked like Michael Lockenstein.” “And what happened to him? Is he dead, or . . . ”

“Amazing! I didn’t know I was such a genius. I should give myself a reward. I am leaving for the brothel. See you there! Oh! I forgot! You don’t come there anymore.” With this, he went away and I was alone in my serenity. I sighed from relief. It was such a good thing to have peace and no disturbance. I put my feet on the desk and lounged on my chair, my eyes closed. I needed to think of my future plans. Since meeting Dahlia, I got knocked around like a ball, not knowing even if I had to keep playing the moth hero. I still remembered the first time I appeared as it, I spread a rumour I travelled around the world while I spent my time saving the redcursed from the guillotine; I sent someone e

This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.

I had been planning to explain all the ridiculous nonsense I said while I was hallucinating and every time I remembered it, humiliation rolled through me like a tidal wave. He had said, “You really think you’re living inside that trashy novel. What’s next? Are you going to go recruit five more boyfriends for yourself?” And I had answered, “It’s part of the plot. I’m respecting the story’s development. So stop getting in my way.” I had clung to my brother telling him I wanted to marry him. I had mentally flirted with Daniel’s friends as if checking boxes in a reverse-harem catalog. Those mushrooms should be classified as domestic terrorism.

said the old man. I caught my gasping breath and answered in a halting voice. “I-I am so tired! Why am I here? I didn't even do anything wrong. I really am trapped in a strange world! Aaaaaa ...... why is my fate so unlucky? First I entered the world of novels and now in heaven. What is this? What a world! Who created this world? " I said with panic. When An is in panic, a novelist appears nearby. The author says, "You created this world yourself, you created this novel. Aduh, why do I have such a stupid character?

"Oh, you Jimmy, your theatrical debut is just about to start." I laughed my ass off and walked out the door to head across the street. I like this Gabriel Russo kid. The way Mancini talked, I thought he was another book worm, ninja, mad scientist fuck wit along the lines of Mengele and the pothead, but the boy's got the right moves.

When he noticed that, William hurriedly apologized. Nevertheless, Maisie did not seem to mind, and the smile on her face remained as she replied, "Uncle William, you said it yourself too. Since I can become an inscription master at this age and be called a genius, why can't there be a second genius in the world? My dad often mentioned that Idacith is massive, and we all have a limited outlook of the world. Perhaps we can meet another genius this time." Since Maisie said that, William did not argue with her anymore. Nonetheless, William still secretly disagreed with Maisie's opinion.

She looked at Aurora with eyes full of madness and pride. "I made him," she said. "I made Henry Cross. Without me, he would have been a mediocre developer with a conscience. I cut out his conscience, Aurora. And I replaced it with steel." Aurora stepped back. She hit the wall. The narrative she had built—the story of Henry the Monster and Isabella the Tool—was wrong. Henry was a monster, yes. But Isabella wasn't a tool. She was the Architect of the nightmare. "You killed my parents," Aurora said, her voice shaking, "to impress a man who didn't love you."

I ignore his reaction and turn my attention to the idiot walking next to me. "That's not what I meant, Travis!" "Oh I'm sorry. When you said "I was lucky" I automatically assumed that ..." "And how are you a genius?" I ask, looking at him puzzled. " I'm a genius strategist. I don't know what kind of genius it would take to understand women... Maybe a genius who is a woman" he says scratching the bottom of her chin in thought. "I mean, if things hadn't turned out the way they did, do you think things would have turned out the way they did now?"

The towel in my hand is covered in red and around me are more bodies than I have ever seen. It hits me like a terrible baseball of truth right to the temple, I’m lost in my dreams again. Well, maybe memories? I have never really been able to distinguish what is truth and what is something my brain created to either make me feel better or hide the horror of the things I have done. I did this. I killed the people splayed on the ground around me…and they never stood a chance. Because I’m a monster. I’m a terrible unlovable monster. “I know what you are thinking, Magdalena,” The doctor says with her hands up in a non-threatening pose.