Cyberpunk Woman Novels & Stories

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

"I'll give thirty dollars, just kick him a few more times. You know where." Photos of Samson and Jessica were turned into all kinds of disgusting memes, spreading everywhere online. Their friends and relatives found out about the scandal and started publicly cutting ties. Suddenly, an old woman with disheveled hair rushed over, sobbing like she had lost her mind. She dropped to her knees in front of me.

All Alphas are male, and some steal the attractive women in harems. That is where I come in. I am, to put it mildly, the most beautiful woman left alive. I am, in fact, the only woman left on the planet. That is why I was imprisoned. I was stolen, cut up, tested and turned into a cyborg. Now I sit all alone, with only my dangerous AI assistant for company. He is named Eigen - but most people call him EK. Or Earth Killer. He could end the planet in 3 seconds flat - but chooses not to - it's nice to have a planet to sit on - even if you are bored and alone most of the time.

“Her aura is just as strong as that of the mysterious woman. The only difference is that while Sadie’s aura is light, the mysterious woman’s is dark. They are polar opposites.” So, if we are right and the woman who paid him to drug us is the same person behind the hybrids, then Raven was right. I might be the only one capable of stopping her. Meaning whoever this woman is, she’s the other Alpha Female Nyx was talking about. That would explain why she was powerful. Fuck it! Can my life get any more complicated? “I think that’s all for now,” Alec says after a while. We had all been quiet for a couple of minutes, everyone just trying to internalize what we had just learned.

He was still the Casanova I used to know. As the woman descended the stairs, I couldn’t help but take her in. She was striking, with thick eyeliner framing her sultry eyes and lipstick so red it could set fire to a room. Her skimpy dress clung to her voluptuous frame, leaving little to the imagination. She smelled sickly sweet, like candy, and her breasts strained against the buttons of her dress, threatening to pop free at any moment. I glanced down at myself, a pang of insecurity washing over me. Was I not enough for him? My fingers unconsciously traced the neckline of my blouse. I took a deep breath, straightened my back, and raised my chin. If this was the game, I’d play it.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

He was smoking a thick cigar, blowing perfect smoke rings into the chimney draft. Standing by the window, staring at the digital security feeds, was Cyberpunk Cyprian (The Titan). Half his face was chrome. His left eye was a red optical sensor that whirred softly as it tracked data streams invisible to the others. And sitting at the desk, legs crossed, checking stock prices on a phone, was Cyra Hale. She was the anomaly. The gender-flipped variant. But the energy radiating off her—the cold, controlled, lethal calmness—was identical to the men in the room.

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b