Bart The Genius Novels & Stories

"Big dummy, are you sad?" Linda heard Bran's sweet voice call her a big dummy and looked up, pretending to be fiercely mad. "You little rascal! Who are you calling a big dummy?" "You!" Bran blinked. "Big dummy says what!" "What…" Linda clenched her teeth. "You little troublemaker! You're the silly one! Your whole family is silly!" "Hmph! My dad's a genius with an IQ of two hundred, my mom's smart and pretty, and I'm a genius kid!" Bran puffed out his chest. "You're the silly one, and so is your whole family! Hmph!"

“Could a hit show push him into the movies despite his lack of talent?” Hollenbech smiled. “No doubt about it. The name recognition would get someone to take a chance on him. But he’d never last. And you’re forgetting the other part of it.” “Which part?” “Smarts. Bart has trouble putting a serious thought together. No way he could come up with something this clever.”

"My mentor is Barney Litton, and my name is Emmett Channing. I'm his senior apprentice! If you had any tact at all, you'd do as I say. Otherwise, today will be the day you die!" Barney Litton? At the mention of this name, several of the patrons immediately looked stricken! Barney was a famous Supreme Grandmaster from Steinberg! He was known for being ruthless. Once, he had broken Hans' cousin's legs because he had provoked one of Barney's personal apprentices.

He is intelligent, most clients often call him a genius but that didn't make him be any proud it boastful of himself. Jace Bartley is a lover and keeper of nature. His house is filled with flowers of different varieties and a large garden with lots of flowery trees designed in a heart shape. He spent most of his free time in the garden, enjoying the view and beauty of nature. Though with all his deadly aura and nicknames, simplicity and gentleness are the words that best describe him. Even though the world was cruel by taking away his parents without him being able to show them how much he loves and cherishes them, he still believes there was still some good it possesses and with that, he al

I said softly, hiding my oddity. Saga smiled crookedly. “Yes, I don't really know who you are, but I quite understand what has happened lately. You broke into INDICENT headquarters, killing and maiming the people who were trying to keep you from making a scene. It's not quite there yet; you even killed your mother and nearly killed your own grandfather! What made you this way, Bara?” I was interested in one of the sentences he said. I cocked my head curiously. “So ... Grandpa isn't dead yet, huh?”

He's supposed to be humble, caring, straight forward and funny. Barry is matured, selfless, simple, loving, crazy..he's..I don't know..just..so perfect!

“Don’t you think that’s fucking weird?” “Language,” Celeste sings. Bart grabs a suitcase and loads it into the trunk. “Who the hell knows? The guy is the personification of weird.” “But don’t you think—” Robin starts. “Let it go, Robin,” Bart says, slamming the trunk shut. The harshness of his voice startles not only me but also Celeste and Robin. Robin stares at him with parted lips, looking as if he’d like to say more, but when he takes a breath to speak, Bart cuts him short.

Ohhh…he knew without turning around to look at her, her patience wasn’t there, and she would have her arms crossed over her chest and one of her feet tapped on the ground as she stood there. Bart frowned at her. His head turned to look at her. Slugger? What a weird thing to call him. Who used that term anymore? Grandpas, maybe if that. “I got a smell back here. That doesn’t fit. It’s something I can’t quite place. But it’s like a trail leading me somewhere. It sounds crazy, right?” Praying to any powerful god-like being in his head, ‘Please don’t ask how I have such a good sense of smell. I don’t want to lie.’

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

"Stop reading too many fictional stories. There is nothing like an alien. Our brains can do just about anything. We are the ones who limit them." "Bro, to be honest, I am impressed. You are definitely a lunatic. You have finally crossed the line that separates geniuses and lunatics." "Haha, your little mind has nothing yet. Wait until you see my son, then you'll know the real meaning of a genius. Do you know that he once paralyzed my system?" "Wait, what?" "Yep." "How old is he?" Dominic raised his fingers, "Just five." "Goodness, did I walk into the wrong world while dreaming? Why does everything scream of alien invasion?”