The Hidden Genius Novels & Stories

Laughter echoed down the corridor. "Is she out of her mind?" "The Saranto family's trade network spans all of Europe. Who does she think she is?" "Maybe she's too shocked, her brain's gone haywire." Marcus also shook his head with a cold smile. "Aria, I thought you were just being willful, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of your own limitations."

"Please proceed to the Heart Chamber." Claire heard the announcement through the outside speakers. She looked at David with surprise. "The Heart Chamber?" David frowned. "I've never heard that name before." Evelyn slowly smiled. "Samuel kept one last secret." Victor looked at her. "You knew?" She shook her head. "I guessed." "He always believed that love was stronger than fear." Richard's face darkened. "No." "There isn't another chamber." "There can't be." Claire quickly checked the monitor. A new map had appeared. A hidden section of Genesis was glowing beneath the main structure. "It was hidden from every system."

he said without even looking at her. “Trevor, I was born ready. What you got?” He grinned and tapped his keyboard. “Boom. Two more locations. Same withdrawal pattern. Same amount. Same fake-ass signatures. Tell me we’re not geniuses.” Sienna blinked. “We’re not geniuses,” she deadpanned. Trevor gasped like she slapped him. “Excuse me?” “You’re a genius,” she corrected, lifting her hand for a high five. “I’m a goddamn legend.”

Lucky for me, there was a spiritual spring among the nobles' possessions, and I submerged my serpent egg in its waters. Yasmin looked down on my efforts to enhance the serpent egg with the spring's power. "Selena, no matter how much you try to improve that serpent egg, it's still just that – a serpent egg. It'll never become a Wyvern. "However, me? I've got the real deal – a Griffin egg. I don't have to lift a finger, and what comes out will be a Griffin, no doubt about it." Yasmin's taunts did not faze me. Day in and day out, I tended to the serpent egg with waters from the mystical spring, while Yasmin neglected her Griffin egg, leaving it to gather dust in the corner of the room.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

She found the trigger architecture buried three folders deep, disguised under a generic label that any casual observer would have skimmed past — *AUX_TIMING_MOD* — the kind of name a person used when they wanted something hidden in plain sight rather than locked away where curiosity might find it. She opened it. The structure that unfolded in front of her was elegant in the specific, unsettling way that good engineering sometimes was elegant even when the purpose behind it was monstrous. It wasn't a timer. She'd half expected a timer — a simple countdown, something crude and mechanical, a fuse with a number attached — but what she found instead was cleaner, smarter, and considerably harder t

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

“I don’t know.” Noah rested his hand on the globe and slowly turned it. Nothing happened. He frowned before rotating it again in the opposite direction. A soft mechanical click echoed somewhere behind the shelves. Daniel spun around. “You heard that?” The bookshelf behind the desk slowly shifted several inches. Hidden behind it stood a reinforced steel door. Noah couldn’t help smiling. “My grandfather hid a room…” “…inside another hidden room.” Daniel laughed quietly. “I’ll admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

He would have to wear a hoodie to hide them. Claudia fixed her dress and hair, looking composed again. Only the flush on her chest and the slight wetness between her thighs remained as evidence of what they had done. As the plane began its descent, Claudia sat close to him on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him once more. “This is just the beginning,” she whispered. “I’m going to ruin you slowly, Ezra. And you’re going to love every second of it.” Ezra looked at her and nodded. He was already addicted. The secret between them felt heavy.

Chapter 1 (Nina’s POV) The kitchen smelled like garlic and rosemary. I stood at the stove, stirring the sauce slowly, an oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder and brushing the tops of my thighs. Underneath, I only had on a pair of simple panties. My hair was tied up messily, and I was half-focused on the food, half lost in random thoughts, whether I’d bought enough wine, if the living room looked clean enough, if Sophia would notice the new candles.