Can You Romance Alex Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

Mostly at him. The Alpha’s brother. The Lycan marked by war. The man who had survived hell alongside a god. And yet… with Carla by his side, Alexei looked almost normal. Almost. “So.” Carla commented as they crossed the street. “What movie?” “Some horrible romantic comedy.” She looked at him in surprise. “You hate romantic comedies.” “Yes. But you like them.” Her heart squeezed quietly, because Alexei did these things. Small. Silent. He remembered the coffee she liked. The songs. The way she hated cold feet. The fact that she slept better when he held her hand.

Alex counters smoothly, pulling a massive, perfectly arranged bouquet of roses from behind his back like a cheap magician. Luna's temples throb. He is actually using these embarrassingly juvenile tactics to pursue her? Does he genuinely think she is some naive, sheltered college girl who swoons over grocery-store romance? "Alex," Luna begins, fixing him with a mockingly sharp glare. "Have you never actually dated a woman before?" A flicker of discomfort flashes through Alex's eyes. "I have never dated because I was busy waiting for you to appear," Alex lies smoothly. Suddenly, Luna takes a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them until her perfume entirely surrounds him.

Alex gasps, his head falling back against the post. I take him all the way. He fills the ache inside me, stretching the soreness from the earlier session into something sharp and pleasurable. I start to ride him. Hard. Punishing. I grind my hips down, slamming against his pelvis. "Talk!" I scream. "We built the AI together," Alex gasps, his hips snapping up to meet mine. "His vision... ahh... was surveillance capitalism. He wanted to track... everything." I slap his chest. Smack.

Isabella lowered her voice. “I would have refused it because your life isn’t collateral.” “It’s not collateral,” Rex said quietly. “It’s commitment.” Her breath hitched. “This isn’t romantic,” she whispered. “I’m not trying to be romantic.” “Then what are you trying to be?” He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, steady and grounding. “I’m trying to be the shield you don’t have to think about.” Her chest tightened painfully. “I don’t want a shield,” she said softly. “I want a partner.”

They shouted together as Alex released a torrent of his hot larva into Victoria's pussy. Alex kissed the woman he loved softly and deeply. Then Alex gave his one last touch before he lay down next to his wife's exhausted body. "Looks like you're so exhausted, Victoria, you can't even lift your eyelids." Alex joked, his breath rising and falling. Victoria turned to Alex who was lying next to her, recovering from their complete package romance. "It's not over, baby! Wait till I get my strength back, I'm going to make you scream uncontrollably!" Victoria babbles, intent on getting back at Alex's dad for their next romance.

"Look, I'm going to be extremely honest… I don't have a lot of experience in the romance department, so I'm not sure I'm the most qualified to give advice here." I groan, letting my head drop to the desk with a dull thud. "Then what was the point of telling you?" "Because you trust me?" Alex’s voice carries a trace of amusement. I lift my head just enough to glare at him. He raises both hands in surrender, but there's a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Okay, okay. Let me think." He settles back in his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest. "What if…what if this actually has nothing to do with you?"

“I love you too, Rachel - but it’s not enough. This isn’t one of your romance novels. In real life sometimes the boy doesn’t get the girl,” Thin lines of wet mascara began cascading down Rachel’s face and Alex gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand. He kissed the dampness on her face, his lips tender and loving. When they returned to the darkness of their room, they made love with a white hot passion so intense, it caused their once brilliant star to explode into a giant super nova.

“Now, the deal, Lena. You tell me where the files are, and I’ll cut the time you spend with me in half.” I force the tears back, swallowing down the lump of terror lodged in my throat. I refuse to cry, refuse to show him any weakness. But it’s hard—too hard—because Alex is that weakness. He’s everything Dante is not. Where Dante’s darkness made me feel safe, Alex’s darkness is pure evil. Every twisted thing I did with Dante that brought me comfort is a weapon in Alex’s hands. His breath brushes my ear, and my entire body goes still when I feel the cold steel of the blade press against my skin.

Fuck, she was barely hanging onto the male's class, even though she was still in the top five, her grades almost perfect, but she had a thing for not being anything less than perfect so there was that. "Um, well, he's always been one for romance—" Alex scoffed. "I call bull." "So you can write a romantic song instead?" Alia asked, hopefully. "Oh," Alex was nodding now. "You're right. One of two lovers separated by the challenges they suffer." Alia blinked, completely surprised that she had agreed but decided to play along. "A-And what happens next?" "They die of course, what else?" "T-Thats not what I meant."

he growled, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. Kaito chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. He swirled his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. “Ah, but see, my friend, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re not talking about just anyone, we’re talking about Alex. You can’t just eliminate him.” He took a leisurely sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. “And as for the rock star,” he continued, exhaling a plume of smoke, “she’s been part of the game from the very start.”