The Reclusive Genius Came And Conquered Novels & Stories

Then, slowly, he exhaled. “You need to see and believe,” he said carefully. “In no time, you’ll see the beautiful masterpiece I crafted in my head.” He sounded so sure, having so damn smug. But beneath it, I heard something else: desperation. “Masterpiece, huh?” I tried to keep my tone neutral, but he caught the edge in it. He chuckled, looking slightly unfazed. “You need to understand that you are not the only one who has genius traits.” I raised a brow, biting back a scoff. “I never said I was in the first place.”

My heart betrayed me and fluttered. Maybe I was wrong, maybe Damian wasn’t as cold as he appeared to be, maybe… My illusions shattered when the room went quiet. Damian’s body stiffened, his gaze left mine. The music seemed to fade. I traced Damian’s gaze across the room. A tall elegant woman with raven-black hair walked in wearing a stunning red gown. Everyone’s eyes in the room followed her and people whispered her name. “Enola…” Damian breathed, almost like a prayer. She walked straight toward us, her gaze fixed on Damian like she had him wrapped around his finger, like he was hers. My fingers slipped from Damian’s shoulder. He looked stunned, completely lost in her, I could see her reflec

Kiara hears the clinking of a glass and the voices fall silent, a man begins to speak, talking about the conquest of the Emperor and all the great things he had achieved on his campaign, he listed them out, earning cheers from the crowd, finally he came to the conquest of Cassia and Dion. “…now the Emperor has brought back the greatest conquest of all, a beautiful maiden. I present to you, The Emperor and his wife.” Kiara hears the thunderous applause given by the inhabitants of the room. She expects them to go through the curtains but the Emperor is yet to move. Did he forget that the applause was their cue? The applause begins to die down, only then did he part the curtain and enter the th

I hid the location of the final document within a flaw in the one thing that obsessed me to the end. ​The revelation was massive. Grandpa Richard hadn't just left a legacy of chaos; he had left a hidden, massive corporate weapon, a secret patent that could grant Richard Holdings absolute market dominance. The final, hidden chapter of the war was about to begin.

Three years of practice swallowing blood. Celine recovered first. Her smile was venom. “Finally. She knows her place.” I signed my name. Elena Hale. Last time. I pushed the papers at her chest. Hard. She stumbled. “Your turn,” I said. “Practice writing _homewrecker_. You’ll need it for court.” Lucas dropped my face like I burned him. He caught Celine’s elbow. “We’re leaving.” He left. His arm around her. Didn’t look back.

Luckily, they know enough to give him his space and not pry into his business too much. The mansion he’s currently living in belongs to the famous Ashfield family, which he now owns because he's the sole heir to the family fortune. While Ezra is a gifted man, not just physically—this includes mentally and financially. His IQ is 192, a genius when it comes to music and everything else. He simply decided to focus his strength on music because he wanted to. That’s why he is one of the best top charting and in-demand rockstar artists in the world. Despite his wealth, he never used the Ashfield family name to become famous or gain connections. He was determined to safeguard the hidden truth that

Jason had no clue. As he drove, he laughed, all smug. "Tessa, five years ago I was just testing you—seeing if you cared about money. After everything we said, you know I still have feelings for you. Relax. Once we spend the night together, your son's mine too. When my mom marries into the Harding family, you'll still be a rich wife. You lose nothing." Yeah. Completely delusional. Half an hour later, the car stopped in the middle of nowhere. He dragged us into some filthy tin shack.

Elizabeth chimed in. Elizabeth was right about the media painting Ace as being a genius who managed to become successful all on his own after leaving his father’s prestigious company to start his own ventures. Ace only came back when all his venture were successful, at least that was how the story went. This was the first time that I was hearing some details about that phase of his life, and it was quite different from what was portrayed in the news.

Although on the road of martial arts, one needed to be persistent and exhausted day and month, this was only for ordinary people. Genius was an existence that broke the rules, such as Dorian and Niall. "Someone will make a comeback one day, and the world will be overturned one day." “He will be more horrible than the Inuit.”the old master of the Washington Family said, looking up at Ava, and then let out a cold laugh. In the next moment, blood oozed out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and he was dead. Perhaps it was because of his conscience, or maybe it was the last roar before his death, but it didn't matter.

She had forty-eight hours to recruit a team of elites who didn't even acknowledge the Bishop Group's existence. The First Strike The next morning, Chloe arrived at the office earlier than usual. She ignored the sneers of the staff and the lingering smell of Reginald Thorne’s cheap cigars in the hallway. She sat at her father's desk and pulled out the list Donovan had given her. The first name was Dr. Silas Vance, an electronics genius who had retired to a secluded villa. He was notorious for throwing out anyone who mentioned the word "business" near his gate. "If I can't win with money, I win with sincerity," Chloe resolved.