Can You Romance Alex Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

"No you don't. Because I won't be here talking to you, in the first place if you really do. I am nothing but a figment of your imagination created my your mind; your subconscious self that was given this form to try and talked some sense to you." He sounded so sure about himself when he said those words and he even invited himself to sit across Shantal albeit not being offered with one. "Alex spends hours each day cooking for you that her hand are full of cuts by now. Keep your stone cold heart and soon you be left out of his memory. The memories of the time you spent with him will only become memories of your own and one day, Alex will meet a woman other than you." "Why do you think Alex k

Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel. "That is...Oh Goddess," I mutter, casting my gaze down to my feet. "Not my kind of read." Alexa called me a late bloomer. It isn't my fault I haven't met anyone who I've been sexually attracted to. I would always be told the wild stories of Alexa's endeavours with random guys, but I never really was that interested. I knew Malik was into the same thing, with different girls. If it's something that scares me in real life, then I'm not going to spend time reading about it.

Alex's eyebrow lifted. "Dating." Lucas nodded. "And?" Lucas looked miserable. "And apparently there were kisses." Alex's face twitched. "What? Kisses?" "And romance." Alex folded his arms. "Romance?" Lucas looked at the ceiling. "And maybe more." The silence that followed was deadly.Then…Alex laughed. It came once, short, and dangerous. Lucas immediately pointed at him. "Don't." "Baby." "Don't." Alex shook his head. "I'm trying very hard not to be offended."

Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs as he sank down right there in the shadowed alcove, the taste of humiliation and forbidden want already flooding his mouth. Victor unzipped again, thick and still half-hard, glistening from the last man he’d ruined. “Open.” Alex did. And just like that, with the city glittering forty floors below them, Alex Rivera sealed his fate with the first hot slide of Victor Kane’s cock down his throat. The night had only just begun.

Lucian asked, eyes still on the skyline. “It’s beautiful, boss,” Alex replied. Lucian’s lips curved faintly. “Your thoughts on the world?” Alex hesitated, then spoke, his voice low. “A place where the powerful survive, and the weak scramble at their feet.” Lucian gave a short laugh, though it wasn’t of humor—more of agreement. “Your thinking is broad. What do you think of the Romanos?” Alex froze. He hadn’t expected that. Lucian already knew how he felt—he’d never hidden his hatred from the first day. Still, Lucian’s tone made him pause. It wasn’t a threat. It was a genuine question.

I never really bought into all that Christmas crap. At twenty-two years old, I had outgrown the fairy tales about jolly old Santa and his reindeer games a long time ago. My name is Alex, and I'm just your average cocky twink from the city—lean body, smooth skin, short dark hair, and a mouth that always seems to land me in hot water. I've spent the last few years chasing thrills in underground clubs, letting older, rougher guys pin me down and fuck me senseless. But no matter how hard they went, it was never enough. I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging.

I purr happily, easily sliding against him fully, fitting snugly in the best possible way. “Over my dead body. Rom-what?” Alexi grins, capturing me in another kiss and pulls me in close for a make-out session that will definitely end up in the bedroom. No better way to forget all the drama that surrounds us than getting lost in a happy naked place where he reminds me of all the good skills he has. He’s right—who needs romance when you have him?

“Yes. It’s her. It’s been her this whole time. I didn’t know at first, but then I saw her at Velvet, and—” “And you didn’t tell us?” Riley cut in. “You’ve been sexting with her? And now you’re… what? Emotionally invested? Fucking with her?” “Damn.” Alex whistled. “That’s a whole trope. Professor-student forbidden romance with BDSM? I read fanfic that starts like this.” “Alex…” I groaned. “I’m just saying,” he added, grinning. “This is my favorite genre.” Riley still looked like she wanted to throw something. “She’s like a decade older than you, Matthew.”

“Yeah, but I need more than this boring life. I want drama,something exciting. Maybe a mysterious billionaire or a bad boy to sweep me off my feet.” Alex shot me a confused look. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels. There’s no mysterious billionaire coming for you,” he said, teasingly tapping his chest. “But you’ve got me, and that’s good enough, right?” I smiled, knowing he had feelings for me, but I pushed it aside. Alex was the one person I could trust, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Despite everything, he was the only steady part of my life.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A