Cyberpunk Dorio Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Antler hissed at me as we walked through the halls of the high-security facility. The malicious smirk plastered on me, hands resting in my pocket, showing I couldn’t care less about it. He was still fuming, hoping for my downfall, though I doubt this questioning will have the impact he’s praying for. Dorian was waiting for us, dressed immaculately in all-black attire, seated in a luxurious armchair with one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of wine, looking like a king ready to pass judgment. “Are you going somewhere, Sir?” I asked casually when he arrived and the guard offered us a drink too.

“Stupid Dario set my restaurant on fire, he torched the whole building, when I get my hands on him.” “Shit, that sounds horrible” Sasha is quiet for a long second. Dario fucking Rice. He is a psychotic bastard. He is so full of entitlement and evil as they come. “Did the police not get him?” Sasha questions. "no" I shake my head as I drive down the road. "Asshole got away from the cops only Gloria was arrested.” “Hold on,” Nero starts typing on something. “she’s in prison,” I repeat trying to get myself to believe it.

“It won’t stop. It will recover, it will evolve, and next time… you might not be so lucky.” Kai’s jaw clenched. “And what? You want to help us?” The man’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in how this all plays out.” Sasha didn’t trust him. Not for a second. “Who are you?” A long pause. Then, finally, he gave a slow, almost mocking bow. “You may call me Dorian.” The name sent an uneasy shiver through her. Kai stepped forward, his voice dangerous. “Why are you really here?”

When I reached the back restroom, the outer lounge was silent but the final stall door at the very end of the row was slightly open. I walked closer, my pulse hammering in my ears. I gently pushed the door open. The sight inside made my knees go weak. Dario was standing over the sink, his trousers undone, actively masturbating. On the marble counter beside him lay a small translucent bag of white powder and a rolled dollar bill. But it was the glowing screen of the phone in his hand that shattered what little was left of my heart. His eyes were glued to a playing video, and I recognized the girl instantly.

The skyline shone gold through the vast glass panels of his penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dario sipped his whiskey, unmoved by the beauty outside. His mind was elsewhere, calculating and planning the quickest way to take out Alexander. A soft knock pulled him from thought. “Sir,” one of his aides appeared at the threshold. “Ms. Delgado is here.” “Send her in,” Dario said, not turning from the window. Moments later, she stepped in, her heels sharp against the tile, hair sleek back.

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

"I've heard quite a bit about you. No wonder you could break into my phone." Dorian answered, "Survival leaves me no choice. Cyrus, you have plenty of supplies. You already support two women. Adding one more man should not be a problem. As long as you provide me with enough to live, I'll keep your secret. I can also secure your network and ensure no one hacks you again. That sounds fair, doesn't it?" Cyrus had no intention of admitting any connection to the Volmart theft. There was every chance that Dorian was bluffing.

Diyo nodded in agreement, aware of his role and what needed to be done. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, I instructed Diyo, "Hack the security cameras and locate her room number immediately. Time is of the essence!" Understanding the gravity of the task at hand, Diyo swiftly maneuvered himself toward the corner of the room where his laptop lay perched upon the corner table. Diyo positioned himself before the laptop, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with calculated precision. As the seconds ticked by, Diyo's focused gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes scanning lines of code and intricate digital pathways. The rhythmic tapping of keys resonated in the room.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.