Cyberpunk Fanfic Novels & Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

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His hand gripped the handle of his bike but his eyes never left hers, "You could have written about anyone, but you wrote about me," "Cuz you're popular and everything. I thought we already talked about this," She mumbled the last part. "I told you I ain't letting you off the hook that easily, McIntyre, so now you have another two options," "Kaelen-" He grinned, "You keep pretending it's all fiction, or...," He stepped closer till she had to look up to see his face, his tall figure now looming over her. She could now feel the heat of him, and his voice was a smooth rasp, "I make those fantasies come true. Every naughty, crazy thing you dreamt of, you wrote down. I could really have you under

Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental. I roll onto my stomach, pushing aside a graveyard of snack wrappers. “Pixel, please. If I get arrested, it's because I cracked a dead whale wallet and forgot to clear my browser history. Not because the FBI found me eating cereal shirtless at 2 a.m.” “You’re disgusting.” “I prefer the term ‘vintage hacker chic.’” “You’re a nerd in sweats with a death wish.” “Sexy death wish,” I correct. My headset crackles as someone new joins the chat. “Is the sexy death wish playing tonight or what?”

The night he always dreads every month has truly turned into his worst nightmare. “Your fault?” Stefan murmurs as he takes another iron rod. “Your fault is that you were born as Prince!” He pokes Anna’s other eye with the hot rod, making her squeal in pain again. She thrashes and cries but the people around her are only laughing. Her eyes have melted under the heat, leaving only empty sockets, her pretty face stained with blood. A few feet away, Harietta whimpers. She is gaining consciousness but Stefan is quick. In a swift motion, he plunges the hot iron into her naked body, piercing it through her back.

Adelaide has just met Fenrir Dragmir, a person we all know is Cain but who she doesn't. Let's see how the story unfolds from here on. Please leave your comments, vote with gems, and leave your reviews. A big thank you to everyone that has voted with gems and a big thank you to Wendy N Barett for being a top fan. You can find me as Knightof Nostars on F******k, that's Knightof (space in here) Nostars. You'll find my profile and you can follow the profile. The next two chapters are going to be dropped after this.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

Though the coffee and energy drink seemed to be pumping in enough caffeine and sugar to allow her to listen to her partner’s briefing. The two had landed another job with a gang on the eastern Spiredecks, a simple smash and grab in the Fringe Zone. Normally jobs like these would be a done deal through the dark net, but some Mili Cybs preferred a face to face meeting. Nobody really knew why the cybernetic outcasts wanted to meet whoever they were working with in person but, Sol’s guess was that so the souped up walking refrigerators could get a trace on their scent if things went bad.

Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world. But my brother? He cared about nothing but work. No romance, no distractions. It didn’t matter what tricks Nancy used—he rejected her every single time. So in the original ending, she never completed the mission. She was forced to stay in this world and live out her “happy” life here. “Sigh…” That was the twentieth time I had sighed today. Nancy never slept, day or night. Something about her body being engineered differently. But I was her roommate, which meant I was the one suffering for it.