Lazy Prince Becomes A Genius Novels & Stories

"Mommy, he is the kind man we were talking about before. The one who gave us pouches of candies." Lumiere agreed. "Mommy, he is a lycan prince!" he said excitedly. "He is the uncle of Prince Alcides and Princess Arthemice." "And the crown prince, too!" Luciana's cornflower blue eyes were glimmering in excitement. I felt like I was going to pass out when I was staring at them in silence. It seemed like I was being thrown a bucket of ice, and I needed to compose myself immediately.

He would know how to give it to Jade in a battle like this. I watched everything from a distance. Prince Marcus turned into some kind of black smoke but Jade didn't flinch. He stood there unmoved and I saw Prince Marcus frustrated at Jade's resistance to his powers when he turned back to human form. Jade couldn't land a punch because Prince Marcus seemed invisible but neither could any of Prince Marcus's spells work on Jade. He was like a rock, susceptible to everything. I felt proud. Proud of having him as my mate, and proud of being under his rulership. Best of all, proud of being his Luna.

lerzi:- you only study in the morning, but I study all day and night, just to reach your level I was never gifted but you made me gifted, you have a bigger family than me, in wealth, and everyone tried to approach you, you have a friend and everyone admires you and respects you, but because I am simile so much they didn't respect me, I don't have anyone than you. Zoe:- you are telling me I am privileged and gifted, in money, friend and intelligence, but how you win the game without any injuries, but I get mark only hand. lazy:- my foot thumb got broken but their medicine heal me, like you, I didn't say because I don't want to be less than you, I tried so much. Zoe:- okay from now on I will n

How it made his composed features even more striking, the way suffering always enhanced beauty. The warrior in Velis admired such restraint under pressure. The predator in him craved to see it shatter completely. Velis had endured countless of these empty rituals over the decades, parades of fattened nobles mouthing platitudes about peace while safely swaddled in privilege. But this one... this prince was different. He carried his lies like a penance. Wore his composure like a hairline-cracked mask. And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break.

The bits and pieces crumble in his large palms, a few plastic shards falling to the floor. “Thank you,” he says in perfect English, catching me off-guard for the second time today. “Now that I know the Gallardo are going to be distracted with your rescue, I can finally move on to Phase Two of my plan.” My eyes widen in shock. “You understood—” “Everything,” he confirms. “You know what your problem is, princess? You’re too proud. I see it in your eyes. You think you’re the smartest person in the room, but I assure you you’ve officially met your match.”

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

“Humans are underestimated by our kind; they hold the power to destroy us. Supernatural gifts are nothing if you’re mind cannot outsmart a human.” I narrowed my eyes at him, willing myself not to show my surprise at his words. His tone filled with confidence, believing every word. Another man with a much leaner built approached and stood at his side, striking blue orbs meeting mine. “Lazarus is a King; his personal assistant is privileged with information that others are not. They are intelligent, calculating and have the ability to defend themselves. You weren’t given that title because you are the closet to him, he sees value in you, he sees your skills as something he wants for himself.”

And that's no other than the young man standing not far from him where his eyes are fixed. Lunous Lexus, born with the extraordinary latent ability. This was not unbeknownst to his grandfather, the King of Luminous. It was the reason why the king trained the young prince vigorously and hardly. The king himself wanted to awaken the power that was sleeping inside of his grandson. And they did. They did. Lunous became a machine an undefeated killer machine at the age of eight. He was been named DEATH by their enemies. Hearing the name brought terror to the core of their enemies.

The force behind Drakan’s blow was immense, a tidal wave of power that sent Lance reeling backwards. He was thrown through the air, a ragdoll tossed by a tempest, landing with a bone-jarring thud at least a dozen meters away. “Damn it!” Lance roared, his breath catching in his throat. Pain lanced through his body, but he pushed himself back to his feet, his gaze unwavering. If not for his heightened perception, his keen awareness of the world around him, that single blow would have been his last. “I guess a genius is not for show, you were able to stop that attack. You should be proud of yourself,” Prince Drakan chuckled, his voice echoing through the fog, laced with a hint of amusement. “Bu

I said, repeating the phrase that now seemed both ridiculous and essential. Lanc snorted. “Yeah? Well, when you get in there, plant a flag. It’s a barren, air-conditioned wasteland.” He set his bottle down with a click. “But he’s not wrong. Pryce’s whole game is projection. Strength. Inevitability. He projects a future so sleek and efficient that anyone who stands against it looks like a sentimental fool clinging to weeds.” I turned this over in my mind, the writer’s instinct prickling. “So we don’t fight the future he’s selling,” I said slowly. “We fight the man selling it.”