Cyberpunk Book Novels & Stories

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

He was smoking a thick cigar, blowing perfect smoke rings into the chimney draft. Standing by the window, staring at the digital security feeds, was Cyberpunk Cyprian (The Titan). Half his face was chrome. His left eye was a red optical sensor that whirred softly as it tracked data streams invisible to the others. And sitting at the desk, legs crossed, checking stock prices on a phone, was Cyra Hale. She was the anomaly. The gender-flipped variant. But the energy radiating off her—the cold, controlled, lethal calmness—was identical to the men in the room.

Not only did they lose much of their humanity, but they turned to cannibalism. The fact that the New World Order prepared in advance for the effects the nuclear war would have on the planet’s surface and were able to clean it up to the point it was livable again in a relatively short period of time was fortunate for the poor and middle class who survived the toxic onslaught without or with little mutation. The cost of retreating to an underground haven that those ‘in the know’ managed to have ready was astronomical and something only the wealthy could afford. It was this fact that made me curious about my mother. We were far from wealthy before we were separated in battle so how did she ma

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

--- Raphael POV It's dark and no one was around. I saw nothing but a pile of street lights lining on the street. Of course, they're not moving but my head feels dizzy after looking at them. I felt like I was inside a ball where I couldn't see the dead end. I was walking hastily and started to move my legs in speed motion, holding my breath to get ready to run. I think someone is following me. It's a car, a black Honda civic car. He's been tailing me since I started walking down the street. I looked back and saw the car just right behind me. I think he's going to hit me.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

I don’t think this is all a coincidence. Seeing the phoenix that sent singles up my spine and then meeting a red-eyed girl with the name ruin. Everything my life is at the moment. Her message kept resonating with a bang in my head as I hazily made my way back to pack grounds. I may have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t watch where I was headed until I bumped into something. The crashing sound that followed had me snapping out of my haze only to find a rather petit but cute man glaring at me.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she