Genius Novels

Nathaniel Greyson has everything-wealth, genius-level intelligence, and the kind of charm that commands respect. To the world, he's untouchable, a perfectionist who can't be brought down. But beneath the surface lies a man shaped by betrayal, a cold, calculated being who views women as the root of all his pain. Love? It's nothing more than a weakness he'll never allow himself to indulge in. Lila Summers lives in an entirely different universe. Sweet, dreamy, and unassuming, she's perfectly content in her bubble of simplicity. Romance and heartbreak belong in books, not in her quiet life spent caring for her family and sketching her dreams on scraps of paper. But one rainy morning, fate has other plans. A slip on a wet pavement. A clumsy collision. A kiss that wasn't supposed to happen. In that fleeting moment, their lives become entangled in ways neither could have foreseen. Nathaniel is inexplicably drawn to her, his icy exterior cracking with every accidental encounter. And Lila, despite her best efforts, begins to feel her heart beat for the one man she should avoid. As Nathaniel's hatred toward women begins to waver, his darkest secrets threaten to resurface. And Lila, caught between her heart and her instincts, must decide if she's ready to step into a world filled with pain and uncertainty-all for the chance to love the man everyone believes is untouchable. With their worlds colliding, and their pasts refusing to stay buried, one thing becomes clear: Some accidents aren't mistakes. They're destiny.

Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family. But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin. They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission. One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything. She hadn't wandered off as a child. Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth. They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen. Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change. He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction. He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find. The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest. "Lock down my trust fund?" She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance. Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I walked in with a positive pregnancy test and a heart full of hope. I walked out with my world in ashes.Through the cracked bedroom door, I didn't just see my husband, Mark the man I'd built a billion-dollar empire for. I saw my best friend, Sarah, tangled in the sheets I'd picked out. "She's just a placeholder, Mark," she whispered. "I know," he laughed, kissing the woman who had shared my secrets for a decade. "Once the merger is signed, she'll be penniless and on the streets. I never loved that plain, boring girl anyway."They thought I was a weak girl with no family. They thought they had stripped me of everything. But they forgot one thing: I was the genius behind the mask. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I quietly walked away and let them believe they won. But while they plan their "dream wedding" with my stolen money, I'm reclaiming my true identity as the long-lost daughter of the world's most powerful shipping tycoon. Now, I'm coming back not as his wife, but as his new CEO. And this time, I'm not just taking my money back. I'm taking their dignity, their future, and everything they ever held dear. Mark, Sarah... the game has just begun.

She thought she was happily married - until she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer. Then came the truth: her "devoted" husband Lucien had been poisoning her for years, all to avenge a dead lover. On her deathbed, Calliope made a vow: If life gave her one more chance, she'd rewrite every ending-starting with his. Now reborn seven years earlier, she tears off the wedding dress and walks away from Lucien's lies. To protect her family and reclaim her stolen legacy, Calliope proposes a marriage of convenience to Conrad: a cold, enigmatic firefighter with more power-and more secrets-than anyone realizes. But Lucien is also reborn. And just as cruel. But this time, she's not the naïve bride. She's a tech genius. A business queen. A woman with nothing to lose. And Conrad? He's not just fire and steel-he's the weapon she never knew she needed. They're not here to survive. They're here to win.

I was the lead architect for the Pack's billion-dollar tech company, and I was secretly carrying the Alpha's heir. I thought the merger would finally make Caleb Mark me. Instead, I walked into my office to find a mistress sitting in my chair. Caleb didn't just fire me. When I refused to hand over the encryption keys to the system I built, he locked me in a reinforced closet lined with silver mesh. For a pregnant wolf, silver is poison. I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled. "Caleb! Please! It burns! I'm losing the baby!" I screamed until my voice broke, feeling the life drain from my womb. But outside the door, his mistress laughed. "Don't listen to her, Caleb. She's just a weak Omega faking it for attention." And my Fated Mate believed her. He left me in that dark box while our son died in a pool of my own blood. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die a silent death so he could parade his fake heir around. He forgot one thing: I wrote the code that runs his entire life. Three days later, I didn't show up to the hospital morgue. I rolled my wheelchair onto the stage of his global press conference, flanked by the rival Alpha he feared most. I held up the remote to the main server. "You killed my son for a lie, Caleb," I smiled into the microphone as the screens behind him broadcast the footage of his crime. "Now, say goodbye to your empire."

Till about the Year of Grace 860 there were no kings in Norway, nothing but numerous jarls,—essentially kinglets, each presiding over a kind of republican or parliamentary little territory; generally striving each to be on some terms of human neighborhood with those about him, but,—in spite of "Fylke Things" (Folk Things, little parish parliaments), and small combinations of these, which had gradually formed themselves,—often reduced to the unhappy state of quarrel with them. Harald Haarfagr was the first to put an end to this state of things, and become memorable and profitable to his country by uniting it under one head and making a kingdom of it; which it has continued to be ever since. His father, Halfdan the Black, had already begun this rough but salutary process,—inspired by the cupidities and instincts, by the faculties and opportunities, which the good genius of this world, beneficent often enough under savage forms, and diligent at all times to diminish anarchy as the world's worst savagery, usually appoints in such cases,—conquest, hard fighting, followed by wise guidance of the conquered;—but it was Harald the Fairhaired, his son, who conspicuously carried it on and completed it. Harald's birth-year, death-year, and chronology in general, are known only by inference and computation; but, by the latest reckoning, he died about the year 933 of our era, a man of eighty-three. The business of conquest lasted Harald about twelve years (A.D. 860-872?), in which he subdued also the vikings of the out-islands, Orkneys, Shetlands, Hebrides, and Man. Sixty more years were given him to consolidate and regulate what he had conquered, which he did with great judgment, industry and success. His reign altogether is counted to have been of over seventy years...

Three years. That's how long Evelyn Carter survived in the dark, sold to the highest bidder. But coming home wasn't a miracle-it was an execution. The world has already passed its verdict. The headlines call her a "Contaminated Ghost." Her family calls her a "Stain." To save their corporate empire, the Carters stripped Evelyn of her name, her bedroom, and her dignity, handing her fiancé to her sister like a consolation prize. They expected her to wither. They expected her to crawl into a corner and die. They didn't expect her to have a nine-figure fortune and a lethal appetite for retribution. Evelyn doesn't want an apology-she wants a throne. And she'll use the only man dangerous enough to help her build it: Dr. Lucien Hale. A surgical genius with ice in his veins and a reputation that keeps the city in a chokehold, Lucien is a man who doesn't believe in mercy-only results. He is untouchable, unpredictable, and entirely cold... until he marries the woman the world discarded. When the Carter empire finally begins to bleed, they come crawling to his door, begging for a cure. Lucien doesn't offer a scalpel. He pulls his wife onto his lap, his fingers tracing the scars her family tried so hard to bury. He presses a lingering kiss to Evelyn's hand and smiles at the people who broke her. "Tell me, Robert," Lucien says, his voice a low, terrifying vibration. "Where exactly do you think the stain is? Because from where I'm sitting, the only rot in this room... is you." The truth didn't set her free. It gave her the power to burn them all.

I was married to the Dark Don of New York, but to the Trevino family, I was just collateral. While I was suffering from agonizing acute appendicitis, my husband forced me out into the freezing rain just to watch him parade his mistress in front of the city's elite. When I handed him the annulment papers and begged for my freedom, he coldly burned them to ashes right in front of my face. He watched me collapse on the floor in blinding pain, completely ignoring my deathly pale skin. "Stop this pathetic performance. If you aren't ready for the gala by seven, I will throw your grandfather into a state facility." His mistress even mocked my illness, handing me raw oysters with a victorious smirk while he looked at me with pure disgust. I finally understood that in this gilded cage, my life meant absolutely nothing to him. If I stayed, I would die here—either from a ruptured appendix or from his suffocating cruelty. So, I took a heavy dose of painkillers, threw my diamond ring into the river, and emptied the family's hidden safe. When he finally cornered me in a dark alley to drag me back, I shoved the real annulment papers into his chest. "Touch me, and I will scream until every rat in this city hears me." I stepped into the getaway cab, taking the master copies of his smuggling ledgers with me. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.

Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York. To them, she was just a shameful charity case. The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash. When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious. Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition. In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food. They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile. They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty. They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly. They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley. What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun? Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone. Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull. As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.

I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me. But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless. I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien. The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic. I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle." I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear? But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it. I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed. "We have your blood inside her stomach." His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.

My life with Jake was supposed to be a rom-com: I, the supportive girlfriend, he, the brooding game developer destined for greatness. But our apartment was a toxic mess of his empty energy drinks and my growing resentment, as the rent-paying backbone of his "genius." Strange, unsolicited “viewer comments” glowed in the air around me, always excusing his messes, validating his outbursts, and telling me how to be the "perfect" partner. They echoed in my ears the night Jake threw a tantrum over a hot dog, shattering our matching mugs and leaving me cut and bleeding, while the comments screamed that he was just "hangry" and "passionate." After Jake publicly flaunted his "support crew" and I lost my major freelance job due to the "difficult" reputation he manufactured, I was drowning in a narrative everyone else seemed to believe. Why was my life so chaotic, and why did everyone, even my own parents, act like I was the problem? Fleeing in despair, I stumbled upon a shocking truth: My entire life, every argument, every emotional manipulation, was a meticulously crafted "script" by a "Relationship Architect" named Mark Taylor, designed to make me the perfect, submissive character in Jake's "hero's journey."

Once the unwanted foster daughter of the Sawyer family, Briella endured chains, cruelty, and a betrayal that nearly cost her life. Everyone thinks she's long gone. But five years later, she returns as Skye-an elite designer, a mother of twins, and the silent force behind a storm that's about to break. She's not here to forgive. She's here to expose lies, ruin reputations, and make every last one of them pay.

Lyra gave her heart to the wrong man and her empire with it. As the founder of a top law firm, she trusted her husband with everything. Her love, her company, and her future. But the man she built her world around betrayed her in the cruelest way: stealing her firm, framing her for fraud, and shattering her life with the woman she once trusted as her friend. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, Lyra was killed by both of them. But fate wasn't done with her. Lyra wakes up one year before the betrayal. This time, she's not the same woman. She's colder. Sharper. Unforgiving. And she's ready to take back everything that was stolen from her. She won't be doing it alone. Two powerful billionaires step into her life. Vincent, the real estate mogul who's always cared for her from afar. And Louis, a brilliant tech genius with secrets of his own and a personal reason to see her rise again. They don't want to control her. They want to stand beside her. Two allies. Two offers. One woman who refuses to be a victim ever again. Lyra was reborn not for mercy, but for revenge. Now, it's her turn to choose who pays, who falls... and who earns the right to stand by her side.

Second book of ' Second Chance ' séries Synopsis Elsie Ross had only one thing she wanted from her marriage to Aiden Scott, and that was a divorce! But he would not give her that and let her be with her true love, Henry Rowan. Until he did. Unfortunately, she realized his selfless love too late. She was raped and tortured, and all her assets were stolen by her evil cousin, Trixson Dale and her boyfriend Henry Rowan. But there was another person, a mastermind. The one who killed her and Aiden Scott. Luckily, the heavens heard her cry, and she was reborn. With only two aims. 1. To make the evildoers pay for their crimes. 2. To dote on her husband and son. But what happens when she finds out that she is not the only one reborn?

Tom Swift and His Photo Telephone is the 17th book in the original Tom Swift series."Every boy possesses some form of inventive genius. Tom Swift is a bright, ingenious boy and his inventions and adventures make the most interesting kind of reading.""These spirited tales convey in a realistic way, the wonderful advances in land and sea locomotion and other successful inventions. Stories like these are impressed upon the memory and their reading is productive only of good."This series of adventure novels starring the genius boy inventor Tom Swift falls into the genre of "invention fiction" or "Edisonade".

Vivienne Petrovna has an ordinary genius life in the Ultara Academy, but then something about her begins to change. A presence of a beautiful, yet mysterious girl comes into her school and insists on having her after she discovers one of life's biggest shocks. Going through a strange evolution called Awakening, Vivienne thinks it's the least of her trouble, until she's found out about her family secret and starts to realize the whole world is not what it seems. There are other predatory creatures living among humans- and worse, they want to destroy her.

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Darien Carlisle, even burying my secret identity as the legendary fashion designer "AURA." But on our third anniversary, while I was curled up in agony from a stomach ulcer, I saw the news: he was buying a diamond necklace for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. When he finally came home, smelling of her perfume, he treated me like a tedious chore. "Don't pull any tricks. You're nothing without the Carlisle name," he sneered when I asked for a divorce. I left with nothing, but he thought it was just a pathetic tantrum. He even brought Everleigh to my hidden studio, throwing eight million dollars at me to buy the exact gown I had designed for my own rebirth, just to humiliate me. When my ulcer ruptured that night, I called him in a desperate plea for help. "Are you looking for Dari? He's in the shower," Everleigh's sweet voice answered. He then blocked my number, accusing me of faking an emergency to get his attention, and left me to die on the floor. I finally realized that my unwavering devotion couldn't melt a heart of stone. To him, I was just a worthless placeholder he enjoyed torturing. Waking up in the hospital, the last shred of my foolish love died. I hired a ruthless lawyer to force the divorce, fully reclaimed my empire as AURA, and walked right into his company's most important boardroom.

The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.

Austin has always felt trapped in the monotony of his life. Though his family wasn't impoverished, they were far from affluent, and the weight of financial strain constantly bore down on him. To escape the harshness of his reality, Austin often retreats into vivid daydreams where he is wealthy beyond measure, an unparalleled genius, and endowed with extraordinary superpowers. In these fantasies, he lives free from the worries of expenses, societal demands, and personal security. However, the stark contrast between his dreams and his reality is a constant source of frustration. No matter how intensely he imagines a better life, he is inevitably pulled back to his mundane existence, where his aspirations seem hopelessly out of reach. But fate has a curious way of intervening. After a life-altering accident, Austin finds his wildest dreams starting to come true. Suddenly, he possesses immense wealth, intellectual brilliance, and superhuman abilities beyond his wildest imaginings. Yet, as he navigates this new world where all his wishes are granted, he begins to discover that these extraordinary gifts come with challenges and consequences he never anticipated. Austin's journey transforms from a quest for escape to a deeper understanding of what truly matters in life. As he grapples with his newfound powers and the responsibilities they entail, he learns profound lessons about self-worth, the true nature of happiness, and the importance of human connection. In this tale of transformation and self-discovery, Austin must decide whether to embrace his incredible new reality or find a balance that honors both his dreams and the life he once knew.

I was the legitimate daughter of the Hutchinson family, brought back from the mountains after years of living in poverty. But my biological parents didn't love me. They only brought me back to take my sister's place and marry a dying man for a 300 million dollar capital injection. In that house, I was worse than a stray dog. My mother locked me in the basement, and my father only saw me as a prop for his investors. Meanwhile, Cornie played the crying victim, twisting her designer skirts while everyone comforted her. "You marrying into the Vanderbilt family is a blessing you don't deserve. It saves us the trouble of looking at you." I couldn't understand why my own blood treated me like a disposable price tag while treating the other daughter like a princess. Since family ties meant nothing to them, I forced my father to sign a legal document severing all ties with me permanently before I signed the marriage agreement. I thought I was just escaping one cage for another with a dying billionaire. But when I got into his Maybach, my new husband wasn't just breathtakingly handsome. When he saw the cheap silver pendant on my neck, his cold facade completely shattered. He pulled out a matching half-circle pendant, crushing me into a desperate, bone-breaking hug. "From this second on, you are mine. Anyone who makes you cry—I will tear them apart."