Bart The Genius Novels & Stories

Priceless masterpieces Bart had sourced from around the world lined the walls along the corridor. At the end of the corridor, two bodyguards stood guard outside a bulletproof door. Sean was only allowed to enter alone after being searched. Bart was only in his 30s or 40s but was already infamous in Southeast Aciana. He had a vendetta against Wayne—Bart's father used to be the kingpin of Southeast Aciana, but Wayne had killed him and destroyed everything.

Keeping my voice light, I said, tapping his shoulder lightly before walking away from the group towards my car and the guard waiting for me in front of the college gates. “If only there were a way to get you out late…” Drake muttered to no one. I stopped and turned back to them. Chris, Jimmy, and I looked at Drake with admiration as if he’d shared a million-dollar business idea. Drake looked back at us, uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me with e-evil in your eyes?” I threw my arm around his shoulder and chuckled. “You’re a genius, man.” “Am I?” he asked, still not understanding what was going on.

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

"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.”

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.’

Bart smiled, his eyes showing innocence, but the appearance of his cute features frightened her even more.. the attractive features of his childish face brilliantly disguised his danger and the unexpected danger of his mentality! Kiara knows very well that if Bart is part of this company, that means that he is not innocent at all! We are here to give you options! Bart said with a smile. "Options ?!" Kiara repeated the word unintelligible.. “What kind of options are these?!”