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

I clutched the tiles, pressing my forehead to the cold surface, wishing I could disappear into the porcelain, wishing the nightmare would end. And yet, beneath the turmoil, a faint ember glimmered, a spark of defiance. I had survived Mason. I had survived Camilla. I had survived the Gu worm, the hypnosis, the curse that had stolen my identity. And even now, as I trembled and gagged and wept for the lost years, I knew, somehow, that I could survive Adrian. Somehow, I could let him in, if only to be a lifeline while I rebuilt myself.

"I'm just a personal assistant. I'm just a broke girl hiding in oversized hoodies." "You are the mastermind behind our entire game strategy," Elijah corrected sharply, his fingers tightening gently on my chin, forcing my head back so I had to look right into his eyes. "You fixed a play in ten minutes that our entire coaching staff missed for a month. You are brilliant, resilient, and far too valuable to be weeping in the dark over two idiots." A warm, golden spark flared inside my chest at his words. I stared up at him, my hazel eyes wide behind my tortoiseshell glasses. Nobody had ever spoken to me like that. Nobody had ever stood up for my intellect with such fierce, absolute pride.

Family betrayal, shattered identity, and looming death. Yet, beneath the ruins of Zurich, a new power began to be born. END OF CHAPTER 74..

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Aunt– I mean, Ms. Reed! This isn’t mine! It was in his–” He pointed straight at me, his voice rising with desperation. “It was in Edward’s pencil case! I saw him put it in there myself! How did it end up in my pocket?” The floating comments refreshed again in front of my eyes. [What the hell? What’s going on? I’m sure I saw Hugh put it in the guy’s pencil case!] [Does this bookworm know magic or something? How is he so fast?]

I just made it for you. Elias knocked the thermos out of her hands. Scalding soup splattered across the floor. "Where's the money? I told you to borrow money! Did you get any?" he screamed hysterically. Claire stumbled back a step, tears streaming down her face. "I tried everywhere. Nobody would lend us anything." "Useless! All of you are useless!" Elias grabbed his pillow and hurled it to the floor. "What am I supposed to do now? Just wait to die? Is that it?"

I looked down. My body was still on the ground. There was a pool of blood under my head. I had long stopped breathing. I was dead. My spirit passed through the cellar door and drifted toward the house. The house was brightly lit. My parents, Daniel, and Priscilla were all gathered around the table. My mom was forcing the acceptance letter stamped with 'Staghorn College' into Daniel's hands. "Daniel, from today on, you will become Caleb. Take this and go to Staghorn City with Priscilla."

I had a plan to initiate, and new allies–not just Jaxon–to take my next steps with. First of all, I needed to hire an accountant. I had trusted my father for many years, but I didn’t have confidence in his abilities to keep money from Claudia, Vera, and Derek. And, even if he did, what was to stop them from simply going behind his back and creating fake accounts to steal with? No, I needed hard evidence–and to start gathering people around me who I could trust.

In his place was a man who had finally found the counterweight to his own ambition. The girl who picked locks had found the one thing she couldn't steal and didn't have to: a place where she finally belonged. The "Glitch" had become the core of the system, and for the first time in two hundred years, time wasn't something to be managed or feared. It was simply there, ticking forward, exactly where it was supposed to be. "So," Maya whispered, looking up at him as the city began to wake up outside. "What do we do for the next chapter?"

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"Carson! Don't think this is over! You owe us, and I'll make sure you pay back every bit of it with interest!" … I did not return to the hospital dormitory. Instead, I took a cab straight to the home that had once been my future with Jeannie. I had purchased a luxury apartment in the city center and paid for it in full two years ago. The property deed carried only one name—mine. When I reached the front door, I pulled out my key and tried to unlock it. However, no matter how hard I tried, the key would not fit into the lock.