Cyberpunk Woman Novels & Stories

It looked pathetic against the high-tech godhood surrounding them. "We aren't holding her," the woman laughed. "She is holding us. Look at the data, you fool. She has successfully integrated three of the twelve updates. She is currently rewriting the firewall of the Global Financial Network. By morning, the 'Sovereign' world you built will be bankrupt, and a new era of biological meritocracy will begin." Caspian ignored the woman. He stepped toward the suspended Jade. "Jade, look at me. It’s Caspian. I know you can hear me."

Could it be? His heart skipped a beat. The elevator stopped and he walked out of it. In the meantime, a woman sneered. “You still feel sympathy for that b*tch. For me, she deserves it. Who knows how many families she has destroyed being a prostitute. This is karma.” “Do you know that prostitute?” Another person asked instantly. "Not quite. Her name is Sienna Wanger. She's currently working as a pimp in a nightclub. My friend's husband is her regular customer." She spoke angrily. "Homewrecker b*tch. Serves her right!"

She tensed secretly and smirks. Marina! Elsa's sister. Radon could swear he remembered her very well and he despise her attitude. Marina smiles and grinds on Harden's lap. Dumb bitch. Mariana's friend tried to hit on Radon but his glares alone made her compose herself. She turns her back on them and straddles Harden. Harden grabbed her ass as he takes off her crop top leaving her topless and she was not even wearing a bra. "Dumbass bitch." Radon cursed.

“Grandmother.” Niko called out to the old woman who was engrossed in her phone. Unlike other people her age, she was technology and entertainment obsessed. Niko couldn’t remember seeing her either without a phone or a television playing some series. After some seconds, the woman lying on the bed finally managed to tear her gaze away from the phone as she looked at Niko with disgust in her eyes. “You are here.” Niko nodded and before he could say a word, she was speaking again. “I thought you wouldn’t come. After all, you have never obeyed me.”

"Do you have her?" "Her? Which her?" "Djinn." Kolya slowed to a stop. "I was led to believe that Djinn was a man." "No. Djinn is a woman. An American woman." Kolya whirled toward the office. "Wait," he bellowed. "Sir?" His man leaned out the door. "Wyatt, keep him. Kill the others." The hacker was a woman. An American woman running an intel op right under their noses.

If a person loses their purpose in life, they usually end up staying in places like this. The disgusting drench of low lives. The rock bottom in this world by any standard. "Hey, handsome biker. Do you want to come inside? I'll show you a good time and let you ride me." A woman with messy make-up and hair slurred at me. Several of her teeth were gone and there was a big scar on her face. "I'm looking for a woman," I said to her. "I'm a woman," she said. Then, she bent over and lifted her short skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, so she was basically facing me with her lady part.

Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life. "Well now you did." The unknown woman of early 20s commented as she passed a short chuckle out as a reply for Serena who smiled a little. Soon watching the woman pinch the flame of the cigarette on the railing of the balcony and then flicking the cigarette off carelessly the second later. Serena knew that the unknown woman did that to not make her feel uncomfortable with the smoke anymore. Serena appreciated that gesture well. At least she was considerate enough for her presence. "What is your name?"

I was not the scared girl from years ago or the obedient sister or the grieving daughter. I was the woman who had nothing left to lose. “I’m coming,” I said softly. But inside my mind another promise formed. And when I find you… I will burn your world to the ground. My phone buzzed again and I read another message. Don’t be late, Mommy.

I could not help but ask, “You’re my best friend. He’s my husband. Why are you doing this to me?” Janelle laughed and then walked toward me. Then, she took off her clothes. I saw her chest. It turned out that she was… I had never seen her body before, so I did not know what she looked like. After I saw it, someone appeared in my head! It was the woman with Jason at the massage parlor! I had never seen her face clearly, so I had not expected her to be my best friend! When I saw her body with my own eyes, it matched up with the other woman the other day.

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.