Cyberpunk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

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Its top was wreathed in a halo of sickly green and magenta light, throbbing in slow, steady beats—like a toxic heartbeat. Objective. “Welcome to the future,” Jax said at my shoulder, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “Somehow it’s exactly as depressing as I imagined.” My stomach twisted. It looked too much like home. Not my exact city, not literally, but close enough—tall buildings, choked intersections, ugly concrete public art—filtered through the lens of a deranged game dev and my own worst cyberpunk drafts I swallowed hard, throat tight. This could’ve been the street Ethan always insisted on walking down, hand on the small of my back like he was steering me. The bus stop where I’d kill

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.

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

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

Kimberly stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door shut with a deafening BANG. Hands jammed firmly onto her waist, she began furiously pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor. “What is wrong with this Finnick Kruger?!” she fumed aloud to her empty room. “I’ve read dozens of trope-heavy web novels, and what kind of ‘uncle’ character doesn’t ruthlessly fight and scheme to steal his nephew’s girl? I’m literally trapped inside a romance book, so why on earth is Finnick Kruger being so ridiculously principled?!”

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

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”