Cyberpunk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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"You’re the brain. I’m the fist. You stay here and monitor the feed. If this is a trap, I need you to burn the node remotely." Damian hesitated, then nodded. "Be careful. If he’s using a Zero Day compiler, he’s not just a thug with a laptop. He’s a pro." ------------------------------------------------ The Lower East Side was a maze of narrow streets and crumbling tenements. The cyber-café, ‘The Glitch’, was wedged between a bodega and a tattoo parlor, its neon sign flickering intermittently. Rylan and I approached from the alley. The rain had started again, a cold, misting drizzle that slicked the pavement.

It was a rush. A fire began in my brain, piquing my curiousity about him. I started digging. I wanted to know what made the priest's kid tick. It didn't take long to find his secret life as the most notorious smut-writer on the school forums. I’d hacked his laptop months ago, and what I found was a goldmine. He’d written me into his stories, every filthy, graphic detail, except he called me “Damian”in his fantasies. He’d replaced the girls I was with with himself. I knew he had a massive, pathetic crush on my best friend, Damian. It was too delicious to ignore.

They had built the sword, but forgotten the fire. The rain-streaked window of my Copenhagen apartment blurred the neon lights of the city into a watercolour of loneliness. Another night stretching out, empty and silent. I took a long swallow of cheap wine, the bitterness a familiar comfort. I glared at the holographic angel, his perfect pectorals seeming to mock my very mundane frustration. “Michael,” I said, the words slurring just enough to betray my mood. “Where can a girl get some drugs, sex, and a good time around here?”

"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'!"

Not of data, but of character. A series of highly sophisticated, deep-fake documentaries began circulating through the non-Grid-linked "dark channels." They depicted Caspian Vance not as a hero or a physicist, but as a Digital Judas. The narrative was surgical: Caspian hadn't "negotiated" with the Grid; he had been subverted by it. They claimed his "Sentient Breath" was a slow-acting neuro-sedative designed to make humanity compliant for a final, automated cull.

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

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.

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. Till the next story adios.