Cyberpunk Fanfic Novels & Stories

It was painful yet it was their love, vengeful yet redeemed. -THE END ____________________________ I will upload two more bonus chapters don't worry, but they will take a little time before coming out. My next story is about Cyril Sokolov who played cameo in this story and Liliana Storm from billionaire's infatuation called HIS INNOCENT ANA. If you're into an innocent yet ambitious smart and not so forgiving female lead then you will love the story. The snipshot is already available on I* its mirah_selim. It will be availabile on goodnovel soon.

Chapter 69- No contact Onyx immediately turns into his Lycan form and grabs my father, flinging him through the air like a rag doll. “Onyx!” Aiden warns as Onyx stomps heavily to my father in a rage I have never seen. “Let him go,” I whisper into the phone. “Briar, that is your father.” My mother screeches as she hears me. “Not anymore. A father wouldn’t try and kill his child or abduct her from the mate she wishes to stay with. No, you both mean nothing anymore. What happens, happens. Goodbye, Mindy.” I state before closing the phone and handing it back to Judith. “Turn it off.” I sob as I watch Onyx lean over my father’s bloodied body on the ground.

His voice coming out very husky and unclear, the only thing I could make out from my sleep was ' only if you knew, love'. Only if I knew what? Then he stalked off. I cursed my poor eyesight disappointing me once again. The sleep was too beautiful to be sacrificed on some mystery guy and plus I felt lazy to get up. Yeah I know , lazy as always... ***************************** Damian's P.O.V

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.

Sophia would grip her fork tighter, forcing smiles at her mother’s questions, all while her panties grew soaked and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat. He’d catch her eye and smirk, his green eyes promising retribution. Texts late at night: Julian: Thinking about how wet you get for me. Julian: Touch yourself but don’t come. Save it for my cock. She obeyed. Every time. Every fucking time. Her fingers circling her clit until she was shaking, then stopping, her thighs slick, her pussy clenching around nothing. By Thursday night, she was desperate, her body humming with denied release, her nipples perpetually hard, her mind filthy with fantasies of him.

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

Now I could stay in here and think about what I'd say in my defense when I get questioned for being the Lycan's date. I curled against my bed, wishing I had at least Nancy to talk to about my feelings. Thinking of Lycan have me a strange knot in my stomach. I groaned, shaking the thoughts out of my head. It was wrong for me to think of Lycan in this manner, he was forbidden. I shook my head and decided to take a proper nap, I needed it after all that's happened the last two days. **

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The bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the desk, so I wasn't perfectly behind Erin, but she would still have to turn to see me. I pulled a blanket up and over my legs and started to explore. I really like a slow build to my orgasms, and I was especially trying to be subtle while Erin was in the room. I pulled out my phone and went to my favorite fan fic sites to find something good (no judgment!). It was all the same stuff. I began the endless scroll of trying to find something good. Nothing.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t