Cyberpunk Woman Novels & Stories

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.

Caspian was a hybrid, only a full-blood supernatural being can master how to shield a conversation— though not every full-blood can. If their conversation had been shielded, it means this Ryker or the strange woman might've done it. Which led to the question burning like iron in my mind: Who was this strange woman? And who the hell was Ryker?

A neon sign buzzed faintly above the door: THE WIRE. Inside, the crowd was all humans—mercenaries, hackers, smugglers. The kind of people who didn’t care if their drinks were shared with monsters as long as the money was clean. “You sure your contact’s here?” Aiden murmured. “Positive.” Dante scanned the room until his gaze settled on a figure at the corner table—a tall woman with short silver hair and a cybernetic eye. “That’s Nova.” They approached. Nova looked up, smirking. “Well, if it isn’t the city’s favorite fugitives. I thought you’d be dead by now.”

The woman’s fingers pump faster, matching Kain’s thrusts, and the man’s cock hits my throat, his nodes pulsing in sync. The crown overloads my senses—I feel the elite’s climaxes, sharp and hot, as if they’re mine. A woman in the link comes, her orgasm flashing through me, and my pussy clenches, pushing me closer. Kain’s cybernetic cock pulses harder, shocks hitting my g-spot, and the council woman’s fingers curl, relentless. The man in my mouth grips my hair, fucking my face, and I’m drowning—cock in my throat, cock and fingers in my pussy, the elite’s pleasure flooding my mind.

There are no more citizens moving about around them. Who is this woman?

It’d be terribly one sided. Sol tightened her jacket as she neared the Corpo detail, parked by the dry spot. Her eye scans could pull out a few details from the guards. Usual cybernetic racket; brain cpu implants, jet boots and titanium threaded bulletproof jackets. Not unlike herself, but the woman standing in the middle was definitely her contact.

aghh damnit, she's wasting my time, I have to get my f**king job done. "Woman, I don't know you. I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm definitely not Lucas, now get out of the way." I said and pushed her with my free hand, but I was too late, the prince wasn't there anymore. F**k!. I angrily walked back to the lady, and she smiled so brightly, I take her by her hand and drew her closer to me "You know I'm on a mission and you just freaking disrupt my mission and you're going to pay for doing that." I said and placed the gun against her back, the lady stood rigid against me immediately, her breaths heightened in fear. That's it fear me.

A secondary explosion tore through the server racks, sending a shower of sparks and molten plastic over Vane. "What the f**k?" Vane shouted, stumbling back as a piece of debris sliced across his cheek. The blast door didn't open—it was blown off its hinges. The heavy slab of steel flew across the room, crushing the mahogany desk into splinters. Smoke poured into the room, thick and black. A figure emerged from the haze, silhouetted by the fire in the hallway. It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't the Council. It was a woman. She held a heavy shotgun in one hand and a remote detonator in the other. Her face was a mask of cold, focused fury.