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.”

Kain’s cybernetic cock, glowing with circuits, presses against my entrance, and he thrusts in, the shocks pulsing through my hypersensitive walls. “Two!” I gasp, hips bucking, the table creaking. A council member—a woman in a black neural suit, visor glowing approaches, holding a second injector. She stabs it into my other thigh, and another wave of fire courses through me, my nerves screaming, pussy clenching around Kain’s cock.

After that, she ignored the stares from the hall and started working on her computer. What was going on? Everyone wondered, since the fact that a woman who practically fell from the sky dared to be so disrespectful to William was hard for them to understand, but now she was messing with the computer? Could she really be a hacker? Was she serious about taking down Tech Corps security software? The idea in itself was ridiculous, because Tech Corps' Wazer Security was virtually unbeatable, and if it could be done so easily, the men in the competition would have solved it long ago! How could a woman accomplish something that these men could not? Then again, times have changed. Perhaps a woman's

as though she were more than just part of the furniture in his carefully curated life. Most employers didn’t notice people like her. But he did. And that was the problem. Amara exhaled softly and forced herself to move again, continuing down the hall toward the kitchen. She set the tray down, her motions precise, controlled. Routine was her shield. It kept her grounded, kept her from drifting too far into thoughts she had no business entertaining. Because that was all they were. Thoughts.

𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟭𝟬%. She looks at the woman in the floral dress and realizes it’s not a stranger. It’s Cynthia Thorne. But as Cynthia walks forward, her skin begins to crack like porcelain, revealing a shimmering, metallic layer underneath. "You thought I was just the mistress?" Cynthia laughed, her voice turning into a terrifying electronic hum. "I’m the first version of the system, Maya. And I’ve been waiting a long time to move into a newer house.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”