Lazy Genius Book Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading, and I have a book called 'My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb' I hope to see you guys reading more of my works in the future, so for now...... We say our goodbyes. My name still remains Lili Drea, and I love you all.

Never less, her soul is comfortable and I can feel a sense of ease while inside of her, I can maybe rest here for a while until I get the hell out of here, so I begin to influence her thoughts to quickly go home using any kind of excuses in the way and it worked like a charm. Surprisingly, I unintentionally make her head hurt and sick in her stomach as a bonus, she quickly hear to her car downstairs in the parking lot, after she in enter there an started the engine, I felt exhausted and a need for sleep, my childish experiments can make me powerful, but can make me tired also, a deadly combination if I face an enemy of my kind, I can’t naively believe that I’m the only anomaly that ever exi

"What are you reading? It looks old and boring." Laziel chuckled, pulling the book slightly out of her reach with a playful glint in his eyes. "It’s a treatise on geopolitical economics and maritime law, Neveah. It’s definitely not for kids like you to read." Neveah let out an indignant huff, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "I’m not a kid, Laziel! I’m almost fourteen years old. I understood every word Mommy said today, and I understood what that woman Sally was trying to do. I can handle a book."

And it seemed like the answer is now sitting in front of me. ~~~~~~~ ‘This is just too much. This is just too much. So the whole Children of Iniquities, child of darkness, child of light are all lies?!’ Layla jumped off her bed and paced around the room like a rabid dog. One hand clenched the book like it was her life support, and the other clutched her hair. Five chapters down, and it was like she was losing her mind. Like her whole world was crashing down yet rebuilding.

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

Fuck, my dick is like a steel pipe in my jeans just thinking about her. I have tried everything I can think of to get her out of my head. I drank nightly until I blacked out. I fucked bunnies on a nightly basis trying to get rid of Lilly. But to get off I have to picture Lilly. I have gone as far as bad-mouthing her with the bunnies. I have sat back and watched the bunnies harass her and even hit her. I didn’t intervene or do anything to stop it even though I should. I just let it happen. I notice the hurt and pain I saw in Lilly’s eyes every time damn near killed me. I had to get her out of my head.

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

“She only charges so much because she gives half of her money every year to charity.” “Which charity is that?” Jamie asks. “The Zara Quinn Center For Kids Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too?” “What?” Asks Zee, clearly perplexed. “OMG you haven’t seen Zoolander?” Jamie exclaims. “What’s Zoolander?” Grace asks.

With that, he left the office and I sighed leaning back on my chair. Don't judge a book by its cover Dylan. I so want to read that book but whenever I try to read her why I always get confused.Why her life is so complicated to understand.Why is she so complicated to read. To understand. I so wanted to know her but no I will not. I don't want anything serious with her. I just have to get rid of this thought of her. I just want her to be mine even if it's for a night. But how.

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru