Medical Genius Novels & Stories

Keeping my voice light, I said, tapping his shoulder lightly before walking away from the group towards my car and the guard waiting for me in front of the college gates. “If only there were a way to get you out late…” Drake muttered to no one. I stopped and turned back to them. Chris, Jimmy, and I looked at Drake with admiration as if he’d shared a million-dollar business idea. Drake looked back at us, uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me with e-evil in your eyes?” I threw my arm around his shoulder and chuckled. “You’re a genius, man.” “Am I?” he asked, still not understanding what was going on.

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

There was no other reason he would think the zero points on his account meant his score was locked because it was too high. Based on the comments floating across my vision, it was obvious the commenters had also realized something was amiss. "Hold on. Why did Hugo score zero points? The page that appears when you get a locked score is totally different." "You're right. Don't tell me that Daniel scored zero points?" "That's impossible. He's the genius of the school!" "I know! There must be a bug in Taylor's system." "Hugo's such an idiot. He actually thinks that he's a top scholar because he got zero points. I'm howling with laughter right now."

“We’re getting sidetracked.” He nodded. “I like getting sidetracked with you.” I blushed again. “Anyway, I’m a genius,” he said. “Huh?” I choked on my sip of wine and coughed to clear my throat. Austin rubbed my back until I was able to catch my breath. “That’s the last thing I thought I’d hear out of your mouth.” He chuckled. “Picked up on that.” “Are you really a genius?” “I’m really a genius. My IQ’s one-seventy-one.”

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

While strolling around the mall, I bend down to tie my shoelaces. When I lift my head again, my boyfriend, Lucas Carter, and my best friend, Kimberly Wendell, are already over 30 feet away. Just as I am about to catch up with them, I notice that the spot that should've been mine is slowly vanishing as the two walk closer and closer. Eventually, they are shoulder to shoulder as they talk about topics that I can't join in on. It's as though a third person was never there. During our university years, Lucas and Kimberly were known as the the school’s most promising “twin stars”. This continued even after we graduated, with them becoming the youngest chief physicians at the hospital. Meanwhi

“Mr. Storm would like to meet the mother of the Genius Twins.” And just like that, the quiet life I’d built began to tremble, not from fear this time, but from possibility.

******* RICHARD COLEMAN: GENIUS WITHOUT ANCHOR? Few names in modern scientific innovation carry as much weight as Richard Coleman. At 41, the decorated doctor/scientist has built a legacy that many twice his age struggle to achieve. With four previous “Scientist of the Year” awards under his belt, Coleman remains a formidable contender for this year’s honor. His contributions to neurochemical research, pharmaceutical innovation, and advanced molecular studies have not only earned him global recognition but have also positioned him as a leading authority in his field. Colleagues describe him as “brilliant,” “relentless,” and “uncompromising in pursuit of excellence.”

"Stop reading too many fictional stories. There is nothing like an alien. Our brains can do just about anything. We are the ones who limit them." "Bro, to be honest, I am impressed. You are definitely a lunatic. You have finally crossed the line that separates geniuses and lunatics." "Haha, your little mind has nothing yet. Wait until you see my son, then you'll know the real meaning of a genius. Do you know that he once paralyzed my system?" "Wait, what?" "Yep." "How old is he?" Dominic raised his fingers, "Just five." "Goodness, did I walk into the wrong world while dreaming? Why does everything scream of alien invasion?”

Even worse than what Sharra wanted. "How can you say that?" Titan asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation, scaring the trolls busily doing whatever it was they were doing. "Without this room, we wouldn't understand how each creature works." He paused and picked up what looked like a walnut still in its shell. "This is the brain of a fairy. Right here," he touched his dirty index finger to the back of the brain. "This is where the ability to do magic is stored. Without this tiny piece of the genetic puzzle, a fairy can't do magic." Then he tapped a portion on the left. "This tells the fairy's body it's going to be small and winged." Then he pointed at the part directly in front. "Right h