Cyberpunk Romances Novels & Stories

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

--- Cassie’s Coffee & Ink was nestled between a pawn shop and a laundromat, the door jingling with a soft chime as Sarah stepped inside. She wore jeans and a loose flannel Jax had left at the cabin — the sleeves rolled up, her hair in a messy ponytail. She hadn’t worn makeup in weeks. And yet, for the first time, she didn’t feel like she was hiding. Cassie was tall, covered in tattoos, with a sharp jaw and sharper eyeliner. “You’re early,” she said, offering a crooked smile. “I’m nervous.” “You’ll do fine. People like broken girls. Makes them feel less alone.”

I thought maybe my mate just wasn't close by yet, that fate would bring us together when the time was right. I waited through nineteen, then twenty, then twenty-one. Now I am twenty-two and still completely alone. Catherine had found her mate the day she turned eighteen. They'd locked eyes across a crowded room and both knew instantly. But here I was, four years later, with nothing. Maybe I didn't have a mate. Maybe I was one of those unlucky wolves who was destined to be alone forever. Maybe I'd waited long enough and it was time to accept reality. "I'll just go," I said firmly, avoiding his question entirely. "When do we need to tell them someone is coming?"

It was a twisted, sick obsession. "Carl, you have to stop," I said, moving back. "I can stop," he said, his voice suddenly soft, pleading. He moved into my space, his breath smelling like stale coffee. "If you just love me back, Liam. If you just tell me it’s not him. We can forget the money. We can forget the photos. I can delete it all right now. Just tell me you want me." Before I could even open my mouth to say no, he lunged.

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

“Such a good girl… moaning so pretty for me.” Her whimpers grew sharper in my ears. I matched my strokes to the rhythm of her sounds, imagining it was her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me instead of my hand. My breathing grew heavier. My abs tensed every time I squeezed the head, precum mixing with the lube, making everything even slicker. I kept staring at her picture — those innocent eyes, that soft smile — while listening to her desperate, filthy moans. The contrast was intoxicating. “Shit, Nyla…” I muttered, stroking faster now. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

And in my arms, our daughter stirred, her eyes wide, the golden light in them finally softening into a natural, beautiful glow. Dominic’s hands were shaking as he touched her face, then mine. His eyes searched mine with a desperate, hungry intensity. "We did it." I looked at him, feeling the remnants of that golden heat still pulsing between us. It was a sensation of such intense intimacy that I could feel his heartbeat as if it were my own. I reached up, pulling his head down to mine, and kissed him. It was a kiss of victory, of survival, and of a love that had evolved into something far more dangerous than the Vanguard could ever comprehend.