Prodigy Mindless Behavior Novels & Stories

Nothing hidden here. The idol was somewhere else. Somewhere I hadn't looked yet. For three days, I played along. I visited the inspiration room. I asked Alessia questions about her process. I watched her eyes light up whenever I mentioned starting a new project. She was hungry. Desperate, even. The competition was approaching, and she hadn't produced anything original in weeks—not since I'd stopped designing. Then, the night before the competition, I heard her crying. Not the soft, performative weeping she'd used in the office. This was different—raw, frustrated, the sound of someone whose supply line had been cut. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened.

- the little prodigy Puddy Forger. He heard them continue to talk nonsense. They probably still need to ask because it's still morning. The group saw that the little boy was getting impatient, so they hurriedly explained, and in less than a minute, the prodigy Puddy Forger knew what the torn fabric was and what it was used for. "Why do adults always have useless things in their heads?" - Puddy Forger, the little prodigy. Sigh, these people, including Miss Forger, just thinking about their foolish appearance in front of the mirror makes him get a headache. He really can't understand what the adult world is like.

“You think I don’t know. I’ve seen you in your worst. You come up with things as you go. You don’t plan ahead. I bet when you got your team in this exam, you thought what the fuck did I get then you made it work, beating them up. I saw you. After that, I bet you got rid of them one way or the other. Knowing you, you’ll take the easiest route. You’ll make others do your work while you chill behind…” “Alright! I got it. I go with the flow. So when will he finish this quickly?” “I bet he’s calculating the costs. It happens when he gets a lot of memories. How many regressions do you think he didn’t claim?” “3… 4… 10…” He kept shaking his head. “It’s been 25 regressions that he didn’t claim. What

“Alphas are an evolved state? You can destroy the genetic chain that forms one, but to create one? That’s impossible.” I knew that. I conducted and wrote the research that proved it. But if I had told Tommy, it wasn’t possible he would never accepted to treat the dog syndrome. “Isn’t that why a prodigy? To do the impossible?” I dropped that paper and picked up another. “You’re still a man not a god.” Valentina shook her head. “I can do it. I know I can.” My hand shot out, reaching for more papers, my grip as urgent as the tone in my voice

Ayajo asked, particularly sad and distressed and angry and wanted to immediately break open this guy head, completely disregarding the status between the two of them. But even if Ayajo know, he won’t pay attention to it as his experiments ad research is the only thing that is worth it for him to pay attention to and to be seen by his eyes. As a researcher, a professional and prodigy at that. He was respected highly by all citizens and even powerful figures alone in the mall fighting for their life all along. Prodigal researchers can be compared to Sotiras, except prodigal researchers can have their own ability but can have a little bit of ability by the formula that their research has succes

Well, hypnotizing can work but it also takes a lot of time. "Fash and Felix were born smart. They were both called the Duo Prodigy because of their great IQ. Fash was the older brother who receives much more attention and care from their parents because he was the eldest and being the eldest means being the next one in line of their fortune whereas Fash was the youngest one who didn't receive any such care and attention from his parents despite having a higher IQ to Fash." Read explained "I never heard of them," I mumbled, and Read heard it

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is it truly Tristan?” Avin asked with wide eyes, blinking at his demeanor. “Most certainly is but sharing a conversation with you guys is a disgrace to my cognition.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Their eyes popped, trying to register who this man was. They never saw this side before. “Is it that mindless Tristan who had refused to display his powers?” Daphne asked, blinking, not believing it. She no longer remembered him talking wisely. “Mindless? What are you saying? He is a prodigy, I guess he doesn’t show it.” Persephone said calmly, unable to comprehend what was so astonishing about it.

After several seconds, she forced out a single word, "Answer." "Life at the academy was fulfilling and meaningful. I successfully completed Emotional Suppression, Absolute Obedience, and Rational Thought Processing, the academy’s three core programs. "My graduation assessment received the highest rating. Instructor evaluation: ‘Most successful behavioral correction case of the year’." I recited every sentence with perfect precision, my voice emotionless, like an AI reading from a product manual. Silence swallowed the backseat. Then Bailey muttered under his breath, "She sounds just like Maddison now..."

Her sobs filled the empty room as she rocked back and forth, knees to chest, tears soaking into her skin. She didn't know what she felt anymore—fear, confusion, pain. She was too young to understand this darkness. His madness. His obsession. Meanwhile... Zayan was a storm. He stood in the liquor room, downing glass after glass of whiskey, throwing the empty ones against the walls. The bottles shattered, shards covering the ground like a battlefield. "Why can't she just be a good girl and listen to me?" he roared, rage boiling over like lava. He destroyed everything in reach.

Ayajo asked, particularly sad and distressed and angry and wanted to immediately break open this guy head, completely disregarding the status between the two of them. But even if Ayajo know, he won’t pay attention to it as his experiments ad research is the only thing that is worth it for him to pay attention to and to be seen by his eyes. As a researcher, a professional and prodigy at that. He was respected highly by all citizens and even powerful figures alone in the mall fighting for their life all along. Prodigal researchers can be compared to Sotiras, except prodigal researchers can have their own ability but can have a little bit of ability by the formula that their research has succes