Mr Genuis の小説・ストーリー

Her voice tinged with hope and anticipation. "Sera! You've had a crush on him for four years! It's obvious he doesn't feel the same or he might not even know you exist. Do you know how many girls chase after him and get rejected? He's a campus genius and heartthrob. And you?" Vivian stated, a painful truth. Yes, Jayden Ace was a campus genius, loved and admired by everyone. He was also sporty, a top player in the school's badminton club, and skilled in musical instruments. It seemed there was nothing he couldn't do. But me? What can I even do?

Vangeline ended up hiring other genius teachers to help their children. Back at the Yung’s when it came to Bella, she was fortunate to have an entire home full of geniuses and now that she was back to her old self, she was learning from her father and uncles as well as her grandparents. They came to realize that she was extreme intelligent.

I outright glared at Ace who stood next to Gunnar. At those words, Jericho burst into hysterics, a fit of laughter rocking his body. He clutched his stomach with one hand, pulling out his phone from his jeans pocket with the other, "That's priceless," he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, typing exceptionally fast with just the thumb on his right hand, "Ace's name is officially being saved as 'Trigger Happy Suzie' from now on." "The fuck it is," Ace barked stepping forward but a single hand on Ace's shoulder from Gunnar halted his movements.

A SHOCKING NEWS. Giordana. Concluding another consultant session with an arrhythmia patient, I leaned back on my chair thanking God that it went well and the patient wasn't problematic. It had been two weeks since my encounter with Mr. Philip Forbes. I reckon he was just kidding that day and that brought me relief because I can't imagine getting married to that arrogant man, just the thought made me shudder. 'He's handsome and sexy though.' I agree he is but as handsome as he is that is how terrible his character is. God shouldn't have made him so perfect.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Just us girls, and we are supposed to be having the time of our lives. I brush the feeling aside as we get up to leave. The lights and the live music keeps the city alive, like it never sleeps. As we walk down the street, you see multiple different museums such as Johnny Cash’s, the ‘Original Man in Black’, and my daddy’s favorite Country singer. The shops are pretty amazing too, with books, boots, cowboy hats galore, I giggle at the thought of buying a black cowboy hat for my father. He’d think he WAS Johnny Cash.

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.”

"What is it?" "Mommy forbade me from participating in piano contests. Mommy said I was too young." Adam complained about everything to Father. As I guessed, Father would have told me to enter Adam into the contest. "But it's a big contest, Dad!" "So what?" asked Father casually. His right-hand cuts the very juicy beef. The smell of fresh meat wafted. "That child has extraordinary abilities. I know because he is my grandson. He inherited what I once had." Father looks proud, especially when he knows that Adam is very good at playing the piano.

HE finds her name, and with a sinister smile, says. “There it is.” Patiently waiting, HE started to read first the name that echoes. “Gennivier Pierre.” The trump card among HIS creation of the four directions. The little spice created that perfect doll that only had the darkness and purity that comes with sins and curses. “Before I forgot. May I remind you that just like Pauleen’s written character, Gen’s character is written to the side where it is convenient to the dark, rather than being my spy and double edge sword? Just like you my dear Pauleen, her real character will be a secret for now.”