Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 27: Part 2: Chapter 27 Part 2 "After his princess died, the peasant boy wandered the world lost to despair. Until one day, he came upon a being who told him his princess had been stolen, trapped in an enchantment. So now he seeks her, across this plain and every other. Because somewhere, sealed behind frozen glass or thick walls of deadly thorns, she sleeps waiting to be awakened. And someday, without fail, he will find her." - The Death of Love Chapter 27 RPOV Songs: Fascination by SHEL, On the Sun by Moon Hooch

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

It really took a lot of my times to write each and every chapter, so I kindly request you all to like each chapter of my book. Only 3 more chapters left I guess and then this book will come to an end. After that we shall meet on my second book (Until I Find My Star on W*****d), I have already posted it on my profile Jenikim7 do check it out. It's also a dark romance with mature content and hope you guys shower your love there too❤️ Until then, Jenikim7❤️

He sipped black coffee, eyes locked on his terminal. ShadowFox, his online alias, had been toying with a mysterious lover named NightWhisper for months. Their encrypted chats escalated from flirtation to explicit commands, sharing fantasies of control and surrender. But lately, NightWhisper's hacks felt too familiar, mirroring his own style in ways that screamed rival. Jordan's chat window pinged. It was him, PhantomByte, challenging her to a live duel in a virtual arena. “Ready to lose again, Fox?” she typed, smirking. But another window flickered.

It was a rush. A fire began in my brain, piquing my curiousity about him. I started digging. I wanted to know what made the priest's kid tick. It didn't take long to find his secret life as the most notorious smut-writer on the school forums. I’d hacked his laptop months ago, and what I found was a goldmine. He’d written me into his stories, every filthy, graphic detail, except he called me “Damian”in his fantasies. He’d replaced the girls I was with with himself. I knew he had a massive, pathetic crush on my best friend, Damian. It was too delicious to ignore.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

** --- **The Static's Betrayal** They corner us in the server room. Ravel fights, her knives carving through biomechanical flesh, but the hybrids heal faster. My static lashes out, but Nexa *catches* it, weaving the lightning into a crown of thorns and code. **"You see?"** She floats above the carnage. **"We're the same."** The crown settles on my head. Visions erupt: -A world where Eden lives, his scars blooming into wings. -The Hunter, roots coiled like a lover's embrace.

​"Leo! Catch it! Combine the 'Silver Power' with the 'Open Source'!" ​As Leo’s fingers closed around the flute, the world of Dark Fantasy didn't just shake—it Inverted. The gothic spires began to merge with the luxury skyscrapers of the Billionaire era. The black glass of Julian's armor began to fuse with the charcoal silk of his 2026 suit. ​The "Reality 2.0" was being hit by a Multi-Genre Collision. ​But as the smoke cleared, a new figure stepped out of the "Pit of Discarded Manuscripts." He wasn't a Julian, a Kael, or a Davis.