Inteligente นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Shivay chuckled seeing her confused face (Little did she know he had already planned and everything is going according to his plan, that’s why he stayed in Mumbai when she left for Paris) S-“Don’t stress your pea-sized brain, you’ll get to know” A-“You, you, did you just called my brain Pea size” S-“Yes, my love” saying he hit her head with his A-“You BagadBilla, I’m very intelligent” S-“Acha spell intelligent” A-“I N T E L I G E N T” she said raising her collar, he shook his head if his brother is S M R T (Smart) his love is I N T E L I G E N T (Intelligent),

begin! "Human intelligence is nothing but a scumbag's survival instincts." -Author's shower thoughts.

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To him, someone showing this kind of reaction was normal. Intelligence was a strange thing. It allowed the brilliant to view things from a superior point of view, but it also meant that the things that were common to the common people will not come naturally to them. That was the difference between the wise and the intelligent. The wise could blend their knowledge with understanding of the common things to produce that which was beyond this world but within the confines of reason. The intelligent however, could produce even better results, but would have no understanding of the common things. Professor Huckleberry was not a wise man; he was an intelligent man. If he was wise, he would have j

“And you’re still wasting resources chasing the dog?” Rivera’s jaw tightened. She hated when they called it the dog. “That dog,” she said evenly, “neutralized six armed men in under a minute without a single fatality. It anticipates threats, adapts in real time. We don’t know what it is. But it’s tied to every anomaly.” On the far wall, one screen looped the shopping mall incident. Cerebus shielding Ellie, jaws clamping on a gun barrel, tearing it aside before the shot reached her. Rivera had watched it fifty times.

I asked "You know, as a supernatural being you are, you tend to be a genius. You can understand issues and things clearly without no problem. You might not know but I think that's a reason for you being an exceptionally brilliant student in your class" I nodded with the full understanding of what she said. "Let me tell you how you do it" she offered. "Okay"

I was going to ask him what was he doing, when he took my hand and placed my fingers on his left bicep. “Do you feel that little lump?” He murmured against my cheek. "Yes,” I whispered, petrified as I felt his warm breath travel from my cheek to my ear. "That's a chip, little one. It activates when I last more than 24 hours without reporting, but it's a secret, okay? You can't tell anyone that I have that inside of me.” I pulled away a little to look at his face. “Why is it dangerous?” "Because it's a very expensive and little-known technology.” His eyes lowered to my mouth. "They could do me a lot of harm just to get my tracking chip."

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.