Praise The Lord Genius Novels & Stories

Welcome to KiNK GeNiUS. If you’ve read The Genius Delta, you already know that Jonathan Silvercloud and Persephone Fayte are not a soft, candlelit, flowers-and-chocolates kind of couple. They are builders. Breakers. Brilliant minds who live in code, systems, and solutions. People who always believed work came first, not because they were cold, but because they were wired to create before they ever learned how to rest. This Valentine’s Day bonus story exists because they proved themselves wrong.

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

Someone looked at Samuel and frowned. Everyone repeatedly nodded after these words sounded. However, one of them did not quite understand what these words meant. After all, if Samuel's ability was not considered a genius, who else in this world could be called a genius? Seeing that he didn't understand, the person next to him smiled and said, "Genius is always a genius. Isn't that a limit?" He nodded, which was true. "Yes." "But Samuel has completely broken through the upper limit. Do you admit it?"

I spoke to the BIG man he said "You are not the messiah, But you are the mess I made. Heaven is way bigger than all the worship songs they've sung. Not a test I mark just afoot that steps so light. He/she is what I'm not, I might be "it" before you. For your kind aren't the first I made. You claim me as your own and put yourselves on a pedestal. But I see you the same way I see those creatures I made, for I am their father too, you are not different from them. You say I'm all that's good, which is often true. If I removed the darkness you'd have no good to tell.

Real God is near. Come, count your difficulties and throw them off. You create virtue. You be your Lord. Amen. Accept self as a gift, as the tidy fit. You excel. Excellence in you will believe. Why you believe in excellence, you can be better than it too. You can be better than any who stood.

A flicker of hope stirred in my chest, but Mom's brow only furrowed at the sight of them. "Mom, Dad, how many times have I told you that you need to treat both children fairly? All these gifts are for Sabrina, but what about Olivia? "She may be young, but she's not stupid. She'll be heartbroken. There are two children in this family. You can't favor one over the other." Grandma frowned as she brought a strawberry cake in from the hallway. Displeasure flickered across her face. "How can you call yourself a mother and forget your own daughter's birthday? Of course, we brought Sabrina gifts. It's her birthday."

Genesis was wagering its fundamental nature to protect its family. The goddess's voice turned desperate: "*Don't! You are creation itself! Without you—*" "Without me, creation continues," Genesis interrupted. "Through them. Through everything already created. I'm just one fragment." Luna's aspects consulted silently, probability streams swirling. Then Luna-Love spoke: "We accept. Here is your paradox:" Reality held its breath. "Create meaning without limitation." Genesis stood silent, processing. Through our aspects, we watched the child's mighty intelligence working, creative force analyzing its own nature.

Everything is given for a purpose and surely we should give glory to Him because it is Him who gave it to us though we never deserved anything from the Lord Almighty, being dirty and sinners. We should be thankful to Him and praise Him for all He has done for us. But I am surely lost here. God gave me this talent of sketching. I can do it beautifully, catching details which normal people cannot even notice but where can I use it for the glory of God, I wonder.

That was a very easy defeat by Doris which impressed me. Abraham groaned in pain and widened his eyes in shock and disbelief. "This is impossible!" He growled. "I've always been called a genius since I was a child, but what I don't understand is how such a little girl like this will suddenly appear and defeat me in such a manner?" He muttered disappointedly and held his back with his two hands while he still lay on the floor.

“Yeah, I heard that he’s only a little over thirty years old and is an absolute genius! Don’t judge a book by its cover.” “Given his place on the list, does that mean he’s more powerful than Lord Keyne?”