Mr Genuis Novels & Stories

A few nods followed. "Now…" She glanced at her tablet. "Let us begin." She called the first name. A man stepped forward. Dark-skinned. Curly hair. Sharp eyes. His presence alone drew attention. "He comes from Zeravia," the host introduced. "Known across the industry as…" "The Black Genius." A ripple spread through the crowd. Some gasped. Others straightened. He was a name known globally. Ranked at the very top in gemstone artistry. Even those who had spoken to him earlier—

He took a deep breath and said, “There are three that I know of!” Three… Zayn’s eyebrow twitched beyond his control when he heard the number. He was under the assumption that there were only two at most and did not expect that there were three of them. He was not overpowered if that was the case. Joe paused for a moment and then said, “The three are King Erik from Eastclub, Bolt from Westclub, and Gautama from Northclub. They were already invincibilis fighters before the age of 30 and they can be described as the greatest geniuses who can’t be found anywhere else in the world! Eastclub’s King Erik is the most powerful one among them because he was in invincibilis state by the time he was 27

Not only had she lost a future that once shone brightly for her, but she had also severed every last chance that could've saved her. Emma let out a desperate scream before collapsing onto the ground. I straightened up, took out a wet wipe, and calmly wiped my hands. "I don't know this lunatic. Get her out of here. Don't dirty the place." A few days later, in the VIP lounge of an international flight bound for New Liberty, a top domestic financial news channel was conducting an exclusive interview with me. Under the studio lights, the reporter looked at me with obvious admiration. "Mr. Gardner, as the youngest tech mogul in the nation, you've achieved remarkable success in just a few years. D

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

"They think no one will see." It's covered in a lot of red tape, but it smells bad. He spoke openly even though no one was there. His lips curled into a dry smile, and his face looked like a boy's with a man's confidence. The ink from his pen made circles around a single entry that was buried deep in the books. "Four million went through a fake firm. Cool. "Almost invisible." His voice showed both laughter and anger. The door made a noise when it opened. Doran, his father's most trusted advisor, stood in the frame. His jaw was scarred and tight as he looked around the table. "Your dad doesn't want you to cry over those pages." Theodore, you're still a boy.

He even put his career at stake as he craved immense power and position-the things which would help him keep an eye on Evelyn and stay close to her. Dylan knew that without his Genie, his company would collapse in a day and even if he hired people to stalk Evelyn, he wouldn’t succeed for long. Evelyn was smarter than him, she would catch him soon and then his dirty games would be exposed. And whatever hope he had for winning her back would be destroyed too. Mr. Black had left his side, his friends had abandoned him and he wasn’t that strong so he decided to look for another way. A journey that will be full of dangers, streets dipping with blood with rivals who will hunt you down at every ste

His hand brushed lightly against my back, not possessive or creepy, just grounding. He reminded me more of my father with every passing day, like Anthony Langston himself had come to help his daughter rise to the top again. “Ready?” he murmured. I gave a small nod, my gaze fixed on the double doors ahead that led to the consortium meeting. The same doors I’d once entered as a silent wife, trailing behind Austin Barker. Today, I walked through them as Cassandra Langston, the woman behind the alias Celestia Atelier, mother of the prodigies the world called the Genius Twins, and soon-to-be the most influential woman in the fashion industry.

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***