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

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.

Following the sound, he peeked through the opening and gaped seeing his grandfather strangle a baby on a cradle. His mind stopped working momentarily before he gained his composure and closed his eyes tight only to open them with his shining baby blue eyes. Timothy turned around and looked carefully at his surroundings. "I don't like playing petty games." He was angry because if he had fallen for the trick, he would've been stuck here for eternity. That's how illusions were and so, only a few could handle them. He walked towards the window and looked out, thinking hard. "It feels like stages of a game. How do I get out? What do I need to find?" Timothy thought hard as he frowned.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

"But I saved the Source Code. If you take this, you can't go back to London. You have to go to the one place the Algorithm can't follow." ​"Where?" Nora asked. ​The Co-Writer pointed to the very first book on the shelf—a thin, battered volume titled 'Chapter 1: The Aspiring Author.' ​"You have to go back into the Draft," the Co-Writer whispered. "Not as a character... but as the User."

I had to leave. The next morning, I forced myself to act normal. I dried my tears, put on clean clothes. I smiled at the maids, ate breakfast and avoided Damian’s cold eyes. Inside, I felt like I was dying, but I told myself it was only for a little while. I started planning to leave. I took small amounts of cash from the card Damian give me so it wouldn’t raise suspicion. I hid the money in an old shoebox under the bed. Then I emailed my old professor from medical school.

“Something more like… a conversation! Or maybe coffee first!” “Coffee is a waste of time.” “You’re unbelievable, Mr. Cross.” He tilted his head. “Is that a compliment?” “Absolutely not.” But my voice shook. Because beneath the outrage, beneath the shock and the fear and the disbelief, there was a tiny spark inside me. Curiosity. A stupid, reckless, dangerous curiosity that whispered, What if? I tried to smother it. Failed woefully. My eyes returned to the contract, to the numbers listed in neat bold print at the end. Enough money to erase my debts three times over. Enough to save me. Enough to give me a real start, a life untouched by collectors or threats.

Xhe hissed trying to capture him only for him to slip through their fingers. "Self-preservation instinct", Uno corrected waving daintily as then slinking through a side-entrance and escaping, ignoring Xhe's frustrated yell. "ALARIC!!!You'll pay for this!" The last thought he had as he walked into the panic room adjacent to the coat closet was; // Sanctuary's and Septimus Der Mörder… there's a special irony right here…// xXxXx End of chapter 8. Please Read, review, vote and Rate this story! Thank You!!!

Well atleast it was suppose to be a way to find a solution but Millenniums later and I still have nothing. I made him suffer to save myself and all dimensions and now it seems like it was for nothing. The day I took his memories I could feel the magic overpowering me. I could feel myself slip away. The moment he said he seen me like a sister I lost it. My heart broke. My magic started to claw its way out. So I did the only thing I could. Buy myself time but it looks like I officially have no more borrowed time left.

Adrian sat in the balcony thinking with his hand on his chest. The feeling was both strange and familiar. Like remembering something he didn't know he had forgotten. He was quite confused. However he didn't dislike it, he closed his eyes slightly and welcomed the feeling. In the guest room, Lila rolled on the bed. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. She had thought she would just take what she needed and leave. But now, not only was she bound to him, she would be bound to three more in the future. She could decide to give up on bringing the house to the real world…to give up on the puzzle. But that'll mean giving up on her only chance of survival in this doomed world.