روايات وقصص ضمن Can You Romance Multiple People In Cyberpunk

She needed courage to reject Vincent, who has the strongest character among the five. Vincent and Ryan went to the Mall with his motorbike. They went in line for the famous Takoyaki stands, and while they were there, Ryan noticed those who were stealing glances at Vincent. She felt so proud. Ryan even flipped her hair while asking Vincent, “How many sets of Takoyaki do you want?” She did it to boast that she came here with a handsome man like him. Not the typical female lead of a reverse harem piece, indeed. “Just one set,” Vincent answered.

Though the coffee and energy drink seemed to be pumping in enough caffeine and sugar to allow her to listen to her partner’s briefing. The two had landed another job with a gang on the eastern Spiredecks, a simple smash and grab in the Fringe Zone. Normally jobs like these would be a done deal through the dark net, but some Mili Cybs preferred a face to face meeting. Nobody really knew why the cybernetic outcasts wanted to meet whoever they were working with in person but, Sol’s guess was that so the souped up walking refrigerators could get a trace on their scent if things went bad.

Cam recently found out his wife is pregnant and he is happy, he also realizes that Carl was right and he should have waited for his fated mate, now he screwed up everything even for his brother. It was too late to reverse everything and decided the best he could do was, reject her so she could be with Carl but unfortunately, they are connected and he couldn't reject her without the bond being broken for Carl as well. Ryker walked into the room with a vest showing off his muscular arms and a black jogger with his hair in a man's bun ordering the workers to get the bags down to the van. I walked over to him as he was taking his phone off the charger and he turned smiling at me before kissing m

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

When I first saw the barrage, I was a bit dazed. Standing outside the basketball court, I looked at the scrolling comments in the air. Slowly, the pieces started to fall into place. According to the messages, I was nothing more than a minor supporting character in a campus romance novel, and my online chat partner, Jedediah Merritt, was the male lead. I looked down at the love letter in my hands. It all made sense now. No wonder his replies to my messages had been so slow and indifferent these past few days, with hints of irritation. He had mixed me up with someone else from the start, thinking I was the female lead, Georgia Roberts.

As if a true mating frequency had ever existed between their lines, a delusion my intellect highly doubts. My focus traditionally remains completely detached regarding the alternative wolves the females I couple with populate their dens with when their forms are outside my perimeter. My animal is never hunting for a permanent mate bond, and my skin suits up for protection across every single intersection, eliminating any concern regarding tracking a foreign contagion. Since my system retains zero investment in romantic illusions, my carnal selections are strictly driven by immediate mood metrics and geographic availability, rarely intersecting with the same female more than once within a sin

“Good. Because the system has big plans for its favorite Architect.” Marcus kissed the top of my head. “We build something here. Together.” Darius simply nodded, his hand finding mine. “And we protect what’s ours.” The apocalypse had stripped away my old life, but it had given me something far greater. A harem of powerful, devoted men whose pleasure fueled our survival and growing empire. The system continued to evolve, offering new quests and threats, but with these bonds, I knew we would thrive. I no longer fought the pull of intimacy. I embraced it. The Pleasure Architect had awakened, and the new world would feel every bit of her power.

Now she knows how it feels when the man – or men – you are dating is sleeping with someone else. “Yes, we consummated the mating,” Kane says, clearing his throat. “But we did not claim you. A full claiming only occurs after we have bitten your neck, and you ours. I’m sure you can recall that that act did not occur last night.” I did not think it was possible, but I feel worse. Dots form in front of my eyes, and I blink a couple of times, centring myself. “But …” My voice is filled with desperation, and my stomach drops.

“I want him. All of him. Exclusively. I don’t do reverse harems. I don’t want to share. If he’s got someone else, even if it’s just in his past..I…I can’t. I want to be the only one he looks at like that. The only one he touches. The only one he whispers to on the ice.” Isla tilted her head, smile softening. “Babe, reverse harem isn’t a crime. Some people make it work. Multiple loves, multiple connections. It’s not always betrayal.” “Maybe for some people,” I said firmly. “Not for me. I’m greedy. I want him to myself. Completely. If he’s still hung up on that woman in the portrait, if he’s the kind of man who keeps hearts in rotation, I’ll walk away. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll do it.”