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

She was the genius founder of BM Group, and the legendary ‘Luna’! A total prodigy! And she was connected to his bro? No wonder the guy had been acting strange ever since Seneca showed him that article… Mason suddenly stomped on his foot. Seneca: ‘Ow!’ “And who are you?” Briella asked calmly. Seneca nudged Mason aside, not ready to believe this whole ‘Diego has kids’ situation. He still hadn’t been allowed in the room. Why? What was really going on? “Call me Senji, though I guess Seneca rings more bells.”

How would I just waltz into his room with this story and expect that he would applaud me for coming into the light? As I paced back and forth, my phone chimed. I rushed to it, expecting to see something from Collins but there was nothing. Instead, an article glared at me. I sank into my bed and scrolled through it, my heart stopped. “Billionaire underdog exposed as criminal mastermind… Jonathan Mysterio, serial killer and dangerous felon.” I read silently. Jonathan was none of this and it was clearly a set up. I knew whose handwork this was and my grip around my phone tightened.

I had refused all interviews to avoid trouble, so most people only knew my surname—Summer—and that I was the Science Academy's mysterious young genius. Sabrina mocked me in every way she could, and Jared didn't lift a finger to stop her. Instead, he nodded. "Do as she says and wait outside. I'm about to meet Professor Summer and present my theory. If she sees my potential, I could be granted an exceptional spot at the Science Academy." I gave a faint, knowing smile. "Professor Summer?" Sabrina looked at me with utter disdain, clearly thinking I didn't know someone so famous. "Professor Summer is a genius in the research community! If she recognizes your abilities, you could skyrocket to the

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

We read it over the following days, in the reading room, in the evenings after Iris is asleep, passing pages between us in the lamp light Celeste provided. It is extraordinary. Not because it is dramatic because it is precise, and because the precision serves the truth rather than performing it. Gregor's foreword sets the frame: this is not a story about a monster. It is a story about a series of decisions, each individually defensible to the person making it, that accumulated into something monstrous. Recognizing this pattern is the only protection against repeating it.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mason? “To see the principal. “Your grades don’t qualify you for direct admission. The spot was supposed to be mine.” Lucas sneered. “Wow. An idiot has one good dream and suddenly thinks he’s a genius.” Laughter rippled through the auditorium. I stopped and looked at him seriously. “I’m not dreaming. “I am a genius.” The laughter died instantly. Everyone stared at me. Lucas’s face went red, the vein in his forehead jumping. That one sentence completely set him off.

“It’s not about what I know or what others know, but what you know. So please, humor me and tell me about you.” That had to be the lamest thing I’d ever heard. With a growl and groan mixed, I slumped into the chair. “I’m the only son of Alpha Ryan Howe of Black Mountain, until Brook pushed him off a cliff and Zackery Algiers, dad’s beta, stole the alphaship from me. He would’ve killed me, but he didn’t have the balls to do it, so he gave me to Blue Crescent. They didn’t have the balls either.” I finished with my best maniacal smile. “I see,” the doc replied. “Mike, are you aware that you’re describing yourself by what others think of you?”

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

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