Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

RYKER “S- Should I believe you?” The question made her eyes search for any sign that what I said was true. Claire paused, and her voice shook with doubt. Claire’s sharp eyes were fixed on me, and her weight pressed down my chest. I couldn’t move. When I looked down at my watch, the bright hands told me it was already late at night—two in the morning. It wasn’t the fact that I hurt one arm that I stopped claiming and marking Claire. She was on the verge of passing out, and I decided to call a stop even though my member hadn’t calmed down yet and was still ready for another round. As my arm wrapped around Claire’s body, she continued to caress my member with her hands. I didn’t understand why

**Clair's POV** # A Month Later My sex life with Cannon only got better. I can't even begin to describe just how loving Cannon had proven to be. If I ever were to be told that things would actually turn out this way for me, I never would have believed it. I mean, how did I fall this deeply?

“Go. Let them see what they’re about to destroy.” I slip my feet into the black strappy heels, the click echoing down the hallway as I descend the stairs. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. When I open the door, three sets of eyes devour me instantly. Jace steps in first. He is tall, inked, and his green eyes are dark with intent. “Jesus fucking Christ, Claire. You look like you were born to be fucked.” Ryan follows, his massive frame filling the doorway and his dark skin gleaming. “Those tits are begging to be covered in cum already.”

The city was alive beneath Clara’s feet, neon lights painting her apartment walls with streaks of gold and violet. Yet no matter how alive the streets felt, inside her chest, a storm raged—one of longing, fear, and the thrill of newfound power. She had chosen herself, yes, but she knew both men would not let her walk away easily. Not Damien. Not Ethan. Clara’s POV

I stared at the phone until the screen went dark, then hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces of glass and plastic scattering across the floor like the leftover of everything i had destroyed. Claire was coming back to New York. She was coming back as Alexander Hayes's fiancée, armed with success and confidence and the backing of one of the most powerful men in the world. She was coming back to destroy me. And God help me, part of me couldn't wait to see her try. Because maybe, finally, I would get to see the fire in her eyes that should have been there all along.

Chapter 21 – The Living Code The light faded slowly this time. Not like before, where it ripped through her this was softer, deliberate, as if someone were turning the brightness of the world down with careful fingers. Clara opened her eyes. She was standing in a city made of glass. Every surface gleamed faintly, pulsing with threads of light that ran through buildings like veins. The streets curved in impossible symmetry, winding into patterns that felt almost familiar like the neural maps she’d seen on Arcadia’s monitors.

CLAIRE I'm back in the same shithole of a room, staring at the ceiling and contemplating whether to call Zeke or not. If I call him, he'll come sweep me off my feet and save me like the damsel in distress that I am, but the fight won't change; nothing will ever change. I'm bound to Violet by blood, by contract, by the invisible leash she’s spent twenty years tightening around my neck until I forgot how to breathe for myself.

Mother repeats, her profound brown eyes assembly my gold ones. Claire is the as it were one who doesn’t talk, but I can see the concern on her confront as she jumps down from the counter and slips past me like the whithered stray she is. My sister has continuously been petite, thin and gamine, with the speed and dexterity to coordinate like most females wolves. A distant cry from me, with my ceaseless clumsiness and bends that I have to battle to keep in the right places. Those bends are the primary reason none of the guys need me… and I despise them each time I see in the reflect. Between my bends, out of control hair, and awful mold taste, no one is going to need me. Clare is adhere lean,

I drove into her, pulling the trauma out, replacing it with pleasure. I pressed my mouth fiercely against her neck. “I will never let them break you, Claire. Never. You are mine. You are everything.” As we neared the summit of our shared release, the electric crescendo building and tightening between us, Claire cried out my name—a piercing sound, not from despair, but from pure, unadulterated ecstasy. In that moment, held tightly within my embrace, her fierce and resilient body entangled with mine. I knew that no fire, no destruction, no enemy could ever erase what we were. She was my salvation, my defiant, beautiful Luna.

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.