Cyberpunk 2077 Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

My name is Abigail Lynn Hale, I was eighteen when I fell in love with a demon and followed him to the realm of the dead to live happily ever after with him. While there, I met a Goddess who wanted the same thing as myself - equality for all the souls. Together, we devised a plan to destroy the system of Heaven and Hell and create a single realm for every soul to inhabit and receive the afterlife that they deserve based on the seven deadly sins, and with strategy and will, we successfully created this new realm, we named it Mercy.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

"You sit here and wait a moment." "Okay" Selina surveyed the room and sat down on the chair in the room. Wolfgang calls Hebe, who wants to leave, to ask for some information before entering the room to get Selina's information. “Hebe, did that girl tell you anything on the way here?” “She only revealed her personal information, and the rest did not.” “What did she say her name was?” “Her name is Selina.” Wolfgang looked thoughtful and, after a long time, said, "That Robert is a serial killer."

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.

"I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me out." I burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! Like I'm going to fall for that!" I tilted my head to the side. "Where is the Nightshade base?" He smirked. "In Canada." "I mean here, you moron!" I yelled, raising my hands again. "Tell me what I want to know, or I'll tear you apart!" He scoffed. "Now, that I'd like to see." I balled my fists and placed one on top of the other, concentrating as I stared at him. Then I tightened my grip and started pulling them apart as he gasped, lifting off his feet.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

In the pale, gray light of the dawn, the aluminum casing looked entirely ordinary—a thirty-dollar piece of hardware that could be bought at any electronics store in Manhattan. "The Sovereign Protocol," Miller murmured, his head tilting slightly as he read the tiny, laser-engraved serial number on the side of the casing. "You’re playing a very dangerous game, Ms. Voss. If that drive contains what our cyber-intelligence division suspects it contains, you aren't holding a bargaining chip. You’re holding a terminal diagnosis for anyone who touches it without the proper clearance."