Cyberpunk Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Daniel always called me his plaything—someone he could use however he wanted—while keeping Wendy pristine and sacred. I cried so hard reading those chapters. But now that I’d transmigrated, there was no way I was letting him ruin my life again. After I got my paycheck at the end of the month, I was gone. Escape was the soul of this genre. His friends weren’t bad, though. And since this was a reverse-harem story, I had to respect the original plot. If I didn’t follow the plot, I might disappear. Or get smited by lightning. Or zapped by the system.

"Initiating 'The Great Restoration'! We’re going to 'Delete' this boring house and 'Re-spawn' the Blackwood Keep!" The ground beneath their feet began to vibrate. The wooden porch turned to white glass, and the green pines unwove into streams of violet-gold code. The "Real World" was being "Over-written" by the "Idealized North"—a version of their home that was too bright, too perfect, and completely devoid of the "Ache." "Dada! The air is turning to candy!" Kaelen cried out, his eyes weeping "Pure Context." Lyra lunged for the "New Author," her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. "Get out of our life! We aren't your 'Fan-Fiction'!"

Yes, he was sick alright and Cathy Dark Storm with her fire-spitting brown eyes was awakening a new perverse sickness, a consuming desire to see how far he could push her before she bit him again. Blood rushed to his cock as that perverse memory returned to his brain. He had abducted her – nothing personal, just another day on the job. And when he tried to feed her she chomped on his hand. He rubbed the spot absentmindedly. “Mr. Cyneric I think we have no business together. You abducted me and you returned me. End of story.” “Hmm you are forgetting I saved your life once and I just saved your life again.” Her eyes sparked fire. “I had it all under control! And now I have 36 cases of useless

He is my biker, and I am his mafia princess. THE END. Hi lovelies, this is the end of Angel and Ryder’s story. Thank you for reading. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was going to write a separate story for our little Rebel, but I have decided to combine the two. So her story will start in the next chapter. I have also started to write Cassandria and Matteo’s story, so keep an eye out for theirs. It will be called Tesoro and exclusively available to GoodNovel.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Remind this cunt who it really belongs to. I moaned soft and let them touch me. My body responded even though it hurt a little. Heat built low in my belly. But when I closed my eyes I saw silver eyes instead of dark ones. I saw Kane begging. I saw all four of them around me. Four hard cocks. Four sets of hands. Me in the middle pregnant or not. Full and screaming daddy from every direction. The fantasy made me come quick and quiet on Nico’s fingers. The brothers thought it was for them. They praised me. Called me their good girl. Their strong mama.

He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening. “He’s not going to remember this,” Tyler observes. “I know.” I keep riding my unconscious fiancé, chasing a release his pathetic cock can’t give me. “But I will.” “Here.” Marcus appears beside the bed. “Let me help.” He pushes into my ass while I’m still riding Daniel, and suddenly I have two cocks inside me – my fiancé in my pussy, his best friend in my ass – and the wrongness of it pushes me over the edge. I cum screaming my fiancé’s name while his friend breeds my ass.

He looked like one of those male leads that I often described for my online horny fans who would binge my erotica novel of over fifty chapters in one night… except that I often added that they had a ten-inch dick, even though I had never even seen a five-inch one before except that of my online sex buddy. Damn… his dick had been ten inches long when he was stroking himself and cumming right in front of my camera three days ago. That scene had left my cunt aching all night, all thanks to my vibrator which had come to the rescue, and I had felt guilty for craving another man while being mated to Tristan. I felt heat pooling beneath me at the thought of how nasty my novels were. I'd write about

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

“I don’t think I can ever go back to normal sex after this, Daddy. I need this. I need to be gangbanged regularly. I need to be your gangbang princess from now on.” Liam kissed me deeply, tasting the cum of his friends on my tongue, and smiled against my lips. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll be, princess. We’re just getting started.” Outside, the sound of more cars pulling up made my heart race. The boys had made some calls. More “friends” were arriving. And I couldn’t wait to greet them on my knees. To be continued…