Cyberpunk Romances Novels & Stories

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

DOUBLE THE SIN TWICE THE HEAT AUTHOR’S NOTE; THIS IS A GAY P**N BUT NOT THE REGULAR KIND! This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience. It explores dark romance elements, including power dynamics, intense emotional tension, possessiveness, and morally complex relationships. Certain scenes may be suggestive, provocative, or uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. The relationships and behaviors depicted are not meant to reflect healthy real-life dynamics.

But when I look up at him and see his good looks go dark under the fading lights, I almost feel like I’m dancing with a real live vampire, and there’s not much sexier than that. Someone bumps into me on my right, jerking me out of my Twilight sex- haze, and I look over in annoyance. No matter how crowded the dance floor gets, there’s still some etiquette to be followed, and part of that concept is the rule that says you’re not supposed to be an asshole and ruin a vampire love affair moment. After-work party, dead ahead. “Watch it,” I say to the dingbat blonde who’s bumping and grinding away with a group of girlfriends. She has her navy blue blazer rolled up to her elbows and her blouse untuc

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

On the part of Emiliano Romero, love sprouted between them, they never left each other's side for a second, that is to say, where Maria was, Emiliano was, they were inseparable, although the important business was always handled by the Mexican. They stayed a few months touring the dark streets of the country, where the exciting and restless night, left naked the urban cultures, which like them, slipped in the dark, managed to open a hidden laboratory also under an old and historic church, Catholic, which showed once again the corrupt world institution, but that did not matter to these crooks, the only thing they considered was the Machiavellian secret that everyone shared in the dark soul.

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

And I liked the feel of his hands on my body, the feel of his chest crushing my breasts. “You won't take no for an answer will you?” Throwing back his head, he laughed. Great, big belly laughs. “No, so give me a break and let me try and do this romance thing ok? It’s new territory for me.” Now that was something I could believe. “Cyber, why are you really doing this?” I motioned around me wildly at his blank expression. “This whole romance thing isn't you.” “No, it's not, but you deserve some romance, don't you? Isn't that what you always wanted from me?”