Surviving As A Genius On Borrowed Time Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Felix's mom—Aunt Willa—shrieked, "No! You can't! That's my son's first kid—my family's first grandson! You think you can just get rid of him?" I let out a humorless laugh. "So you all knew. I was the only one in the dark." She paused, then went bold. "So what? Your parents are dead. Everything you have should've gone to my son anyway! We raised you from fourteen. You owe us." "Owe you?" I laughed, furious. I slammed my hand on the table and stood. "After my parents died, they left a huge inheritance. You spent most of it. My tuition, my living expenses—I paid those myself, working part-time!"

[This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger. I stared blankly at Clarissa, only to realize she hadn't spoken at all. It finally hit me that I'd been reborn. I'd gone back in time to the day I was adopted—and somehow, I could hear Clarissa's thoughts. In my previous life, Clarissa and I had been adopted at the same time. She didn't hesitate to choose the Newmans, a famous couple from a prestigious and well-off family, known for their scientific accomplishments. She shoved me toward Susan Howard, an impoverished divorcee instead.

"Looks like justice has caught up with him." When I got home, I submitted my resignation. Wesley had made a fortune through illegal means, using some kind of spell to help him. Even though part of it had been frozen, what was left was more than enough for me to live on for a long time. I put the house we once lived in up for sale. I packed my bags and boarded a plane. This time, I would travel to many places and finally start my life over.

"I got this from him. Stick it to your stomach, then wear the charm I gave you. Within three days, the baby’s life essence will return." I took the paper. It was covered in strange, chaotic symbols. I had no idea whether her method would actually work, but at this point, I had no choice but to try. When I got home, exhaustion hit me all at once. I barely made it onto the bed before falling into a deep sleep. I don’t know how much time passed before a strange sound jolted me awake. In the pitch-black night, something faint drifted through the air. It was a strange, distant noise.

“You might have survived this, but more is yet to come. Be brave if you can’t, come back and give it what it wants. He then disappeared right before my eyes. Another warning I couldn’t understand, it was always like that with him. I was done. I didn’t care anymore. I continued my way. after what felt like forever, just as dawn broke through. A small village appeared up ahead. Blind hope, a sense of security flooded my body. My steps felt lighter and I pushed forward. I was almost there, just a little longer. That was what I told myself, a little smile playing on my lips. Just before I entered the village, another stranger appeared out of nowhere. The man from before, the one who helped then

Who would bother stealing from us? The sun started to rise in the distance, bathing me in warm sunlight. Hannah and Blake came back hand in hand. The moment they pushed the gate, their faces fell. "Why isn't the gate locked?" They rushed inside, breathing a sigh of relief when they saw Grandma was okay. Grandma woke up with a start and grabbed Hannah's hand. "Oliver… Oliver!" "Don't any of you try to stop me today. I need to make sure Oliver understands how serious this is! If he can't even handle something as easy as watching the house, he'll be useless!"

Instead, he took the opportunity to escape. Hannah crawled over to me. She checked my breathing. There was none. Hannah looked up. Once again, she saw that strange clock on the wall. She struggled to stand. She reached for the clock again. Time began rewinding. This time, she returned to the moment when I had just suggested going to find her. "Don't come! Please don't come looking for me! "Evan, listen to me. If you come here, you'll die on the 21st of March."

I’m gеttіng сlоѕе to rаgе аnd I wаnt оut. I look desperately аt thе front dооr. Lоgіс is telling mе I саn’t go аnуwhеrе nоt now wіth nо money, nо сеll рhоnе, nо kеуѕ tо lock up, аnd no place tо go, еvеn іf I соuld gеt оut of thіѕ араrtmеnt. And thеn I think about mу hоtеl rооm; аnd about Jеѕѕuр Lee. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 21]

And that day I just came back home after getting the book as suddenly I started getting bored with the place, and so I just came home only to soon start reading the book after having food and surprisingly it was a book about a girl who suddenly gets genius after she gets a book and I found the book quite exciting as well as amazing That's why I just decided to keep it with me and continue reading it until it gets over and as decided I also started reading the book but after sometimes I came to know about the fact that the incidents which are written in the book is coming into reality which is happening to me in real life which really started scaring me as soon according to the story I came t

Once everyone was ready to move out, Phil activated his time-stop and we walked past the immobile golems without being challenged. “Now we have to find the treasury,” I said. “Which way to the East Wing?” “This way,” said 288, flying past me. Shit. He wasn’t affected by the time-stop. He’d been made when Biscuit wasn’t on this world, so technically he was the same as us — immune. Meaning we had a guide to lead us straight to the treasury, which was good. And that our secret wasn’t going to stay very secret if I didn’t do something about it. Which was bad. Very, very bad.