Programmer storie

He's a genius CEO with a bionic arm and eye due to a tragic incident. She's a hacker who shouldn't be here... but she is. Lucian Wesley Bernard lost everything in a single explosion, his mom, his home, and part of himself. Now, with his bionic arm and eye, he's an untouchable man... until a reckless, brilliant programmer named Irisa Blake Woods walks into his life. She's clever, chaotic, and hiding a dangerous secret: she's a spy sent to steal his inventions. Irisa was raised by the rival company's founder, loyal to a cause she doesn't fully understand. Lucian is all precision, control, and danger. Sparks fly, secrets unravel, and a love filled with suspicion. They were enemies at first, but when their worlds collide, the tension isn't just in the mission...

*** NOTICE: I am no longer working in this story. This story is not complete and I have no intention to complete it in the future.*** Aryan a programmer for a well-known game designing company was hit by a truck and was reincarnated as the second son of a noble family of Drachen territory. In this world, magic exists and in the form of programming and codes. Aryan (now Alven) because of the knowledge as a programmer grasps any magic very quickly and thus enjoying his life with magic but little does he know that soon he is going to be mixed up in a big problems. So join the journey of a programmer who was reincarnated in this new world to change the fate of this world.

He dreamed of greatness. But first, he had to lose everything. This is the real story of Rei-a soul who fell into the darkest abyss of his life: 🎓 Dropped out of university, after years of fighting for meaning in a system that never saw him. 💔 Lost over $USD8000 in trading and investing, drained not just financially-but emotionally. 👀 Mocked, judged, forgotten. Yet through the ashes, he did not vanish. He built a world of his own-Reltroner Studio-where failures were no longer endings, but lore. Where dropout meant liberation. Where financial ruin became fuel. And where one line guided everything: "Let Astralis light the unknown." 🌌 From YouTube hopes in 2017 to drawing painful truths in 2020... 💻 From shattered dreams to constructing the vast lore of Asthortera, This story is not of victory-but of relentless survival. A memoir for every misunderstood builder, And every dreamer who almost gave up.

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Hello guys,This is my first story.If there are any mistake,please pardon me. IT'S A DARK ROMCOM.THERE WILL BE MANY VIOLENCE,TRILLER,MANUPULATION. A STORY ABOUT "Darkness blooms quietly in the hollow of her touch, a soft, sinful ache that makes you beg for the shadows to stay." Neel chowdhury X Aneha Arohi Barrister X Programmer After seeing her,his only obsession was make her own. Their story was never written in the stars - it was etched in the cracks between midnight and madness. A love built from bruised hearts and unspoken sins, where every touch felt like a promise of ruin. In the hush of forgotten places, they carved their names into the dark, daring fate to tear them apart. This is not a love meant to be safe. It's a wildfire in a world of ash, a dance between beautiful monsters too haunted to let go.

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