Talent Code Novels & Stories

Approval. A ladder she climbed endlessly, praying it led somewhere meaningful. She pushed the thought away and typed faster. Downstairs in the living room, Talia lay curled on the couch, laptop still open, a dozen lines of code glowing on the screen. She had fallen asleep debugging but woke up with a frustrated sigh, rubbing her eyes. She was a fintech prodigy—people in the industry whispered her name like a promise of disruption. But her talent came with obsession. Another long night. Another battle with code.

After Peter left, I convened a special meeting. "I've decided to establish a Tech Talent Fund, dedicated to supporting skilled but under-resourced programmers." Oliver, now our company's Vice President of Technology, was the first to applaud. "This is amazing! It gives more people like us back then the chance to shine." The announcement caused an immediate stir in the industry. Countless young programmers with dreams flocked to our application platform, sending in over ten thousand applications in the first year alone. A month later, on a quiet weekend, I went down to the café beneath our office to relax.

Some of them took it to ease the pain after the injuries they had suffered; others had developed the habit of using the tincture on regular basis and mixed it with anything. Oliver didn't even want to think what else was in there. He clenched the glass with his hand, threatening to break the delicate crystal. Cian patted heavily on the floor and nudged him with his nose. "His name means enduring and distant, by the way. " He heard Callum say "There's a tale?" Oliver approached, placing the glass back on the table. "It says Cian was betrayed. Hah, not much of a surprise so far, right?"

“Guess what I found,” Talia sang to Irene as she made her way over. Irene stopped sifting through her lunch long enough to look at her. “What is it?” “I got the code for the OR locker room.” “Talia!” Irene admonished. “I’m not snooping through the locker room. There are cameras in there and you’re not a superspy.” “I’m much more conspicuous than a spy, Irene. I can get information they would never dream of.” She flipped her hair, making Irene cringe.

This girl is really cute. Then, it was his turn. He chose to suppress his talent. After all, he had just arrived in City of Wind Demons. If he revealed his god-ranked talent, things would be troublesome. "He suppressed his talent to S Grade. When he put his hand on the gene talent detector, an electronic note appeared on the detector. "Talent of S Grade." "Hiss!" Everyone was shocked to think that two geniuses with Talent of S Grade had appeared, thinking that this was a little too powerful.

Rumors said he once walked alone through enemy territory for five days with two bullets in his leg-just to deliver one name. "Hope you all shoot straighter than you tan," he said with a grin, his voice like gravel dipped in whiskey. The second was Talia Kess, codename Ghostbite - a South African infiltration specialist with a background in psychological warfare and robotics. Her hair was buzzed platinum, her smile deceptively warm, and her fingers twitched like she was always calculating something invisible. She didn't talk much. When she did, it was usually to ask a question nobody else thought to ask.