Praise The Lord Genius Novels & Stories

He was watching her. He walked over, his eyes scanning the screen. “The Silver Moon Scholarship? You’re the one who submitted the ‘Urban Phoenix’ model?” Faith lowered her head, bracing for a lecture. “Yes.” “The judges were talking about this at the gala last night,” Killian said, his voice calm. "They said it was the work of a genius, but the applicant disappeared. They assumed it was a scam”. He looked at her, Tell me “Why didn't you finish the final interview?”

Another netizen wanted to know how they could become a genius like Angeline. Angeline replied, "Instead of becoming a genius like me, I would much prefer if you all could surpass me! I'm simply gifted in studying. But everyone has their talent. Some are gifted researchers, some are economics geniuses, some are amazing chefs, and some are even talented in arts! As long as you can find your talent and work hard with that goal in mind, combined with some luck, everyone can find their way and soar through it!"

Although, I admit seeing peoples baffled yet impressed faces when they found out about just how much shit I actually used to get up to, always made me feel conflicted about everything, I really had only acted out of self interest at the start, and I was treated like a savior. "Are you considered a genius? You know, naturally gifted at things." Now the Luna was referring to me as a genius. It did feel great in honesty, however their pride felt somewhat misplaced, I hadn't done anything completely worthy of their honor.

“She’s my goddess! Clean, precise cuts, and she even thanked the staff—gahhh, I’m dying of love!” “The difference between me and a genius… sob... I’d be shaking like a leaf in that situation!” “I heard she’s only in her twenties! A master of both research and clinical work—international leaders basically treat her like royalty!” “No kidding. I’m over here pulling my hair out over a thesis!” “Miss Q’s won practically every medical award out there—including the Nobel Prize!” “Don’t forget the world’s official evaluation of her: ‘The only person who can out-logic God.’”

"Hehe... I did it! It's not bad, right?" Zephyr grinned, and a trace of fatigue flashed across his face. He said happily to the Curse Devil King. The Curse Devil King stepped forward without hesitation, patted Zephyr hard on the shoulder, and praised, "Yes! Of course! It's super good!" "You're amazing, Zephyr!" "You are simply a peerless genius that's one in a million!" When Zephyr heard this, he replied shamelessly, "Hahaha... It's just so-so!"

“Why don’t you listen to your son’s ideas, Edgar? He is a fucking business genius, for the little I gathered in what? Three days? And you are incapable of noticing!” “Kiara” Chris hissed through gritted teeth “What? You are the one who should be defending yourself! You have amazing ideas, why don’t you fucking share them?!” “Language!” Intervened Patricia. Really? She was talking about crushed futures here and the woman was worried about swearing. “Have any of you ever noticed the things he’s done? Because all those stuck up business partners of yours have.” “He doesn’t need cuddling, woman. He’s not an artist” Edgar replied in a condescending tone. Showing his true colors, wasn’t he?

Did he just correct me about the 'tarmac' thingy? Nailing na lang ako. Prince Liam's IQ is 150 making him an almost genius kaya 'di nakakapagtaka na he's a logophile. The man is more alert and excited with synonyms, antonyms, and homonyms like he's the offspring of Merriam Webster and Oxford. I even heard his cousin say that a unique word or puzzle will give him a boner than a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

His voice rose clear and commanding, each syllable a carefully cut gem that masked the truth beneath. "We send forth these brave souls," the prince proclaimed, his words carrying to every corner of the sacred space, "not as sacrifices, but as ambassadors of our enduring commitment to peace." The people drank in his words with the naïve reverence of the devout. But Velis saw beyond the gilding—saw the faint tremor in those pale, elegant hands as they lifted the ceremonial chalice. He saw the almost-imperceptible tightening of the jaw when those perfect lips shaped the word sacrifice.

His words were not empty or loud; they were heavy and gently hitting their ear canals and leaving a lasting effect. With ease, Adrian untangled their arguments, highlighting solutions that were oblivious to them and providing flawless solutions that left behind no doubt in their hearts. A wave of admiration and stunned muteness took over the bitterness that had once overshadowed the room. When he was done, the arrogant people who once sat around the table were resolved at heart and couldn't help but nod in agreement; as if that was not enough, they released a thunderous round of applause. The real genius had emerged, and nobody could object to it, and I unwillingly felt a mute flash of pride

he says sympathetically. “That’s when he cursed you. It’s quite brilliant when I think about it,” I say thoughtfully. “Him cursing me is brilliant?” he questions in confusion, his tone indicating he’s slightly offended by my comment. “No curse is brilliant, but the thought behind it is rather genius, in an evil, maniacal way. He took the essence of what you are and turned it into a curse. The God of Life and Death; cursed to spread death, and in some cases, grant eternal life. He took your gifts and turned them into something perverse. It’s sick and twisted for sure, but brilliant,” I admit.