Cyberpunk Stories Novels & Stories

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

An explosion rings loud, followed by another as Sol throws out an explosive. A quick scan told the pair that four were dead or dying.But they knew there more of the Mechahypes. It was a sub culture that was common in the Fringe Zones or areas close to them. Made up of people who were obsessed with communing with technology through neural cybernetics and other unstable builds. They exited the building, cutting through a cramped exit that doubled as a laundry area. The smell of detergent was a welcome but very brief respite.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is so strong they cannot fight it, even though they know it is dangerous.” Lucian’s voice dropped lower. “Dangerous. Like a mysterious guest and the beautiful young housekeeper who keeps entering his room. Does that story interest you?” My pulse quickened. “It might. But it is just a fantasy. I need this job, Lucian. I cannot afford to lose it.”

The bass thumped through the walls of the old converted warehouse on the industrial edge of the city, a low, relentless pulse that vibrated in every chest. Friday night, just past midnight in late August. The sign outside read “STORAGE – NO ENTRY” but everyone knew better. Inside, the air was thick—sweat, poppers, cologne, cum, and the faint metallic bite of lube. They called it Circuit Noir. Invitation-only. No phones past the door. Masks optional but encouraged. Tonight the theme was black leather and chrome. Half the men wore harnesses, jocks, boots, nothing else. The rest were already stripped to skin or less.

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Tatum helps me out of bed, and my legs still feel wobbly. "Justin is a hacker. I pay him to gather specific information for me when I need it quickly. He's expensive, but he's worth it. He's a werepanther. The men I'll have to pick them up actually work for the NYPD, but they're weregrizzlies." Wow, this is a whole new world. I can't help giggling as I picture Apollo standing beside a panther and two grizzlies. Before we get into the shower, Tatum calls to have a rental car delivered to us so we can drive ourselves. Just as we start heading toward the city, his phone rings.

My heart pounded so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and my mouth started watering even though part of me knew how wrong this was. “Keep your eyes on the gay p**n,” he said, his voice deep and commanding as he held the back of my neck. “Do not dare look away from that screen. It has gone messier there now, look at all that spit and cum dripping everywhere while they wreck that hole.” I turned my head toward the laptop exactly like he ordered. On the screen the bottom guy was a total wreck now, his face shoved deep into the mattress with three men around him, thick loads leaking down his thighs and chin while another huge cock slammed into his stretched out hole over and