Lucy Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

“As long as you drink this, you’ll be able to see your Kayla.” Lucy was confused. Why and how could she see Kayla after drinking this? Her mind was filled with doubt, but then she thought perhaps he meant that by the time she finished this bottle, he would be able to save Kayla from prison. Thinking that, her boss seemed so powerful. Lucy smiled and grabbed the bottle from him. “Thank you, sir! Thank you!” The moment she drank, the woman by the name of Lucy Landon no longer existed in Richburgh.

I wasn’t interested in becoming the Lycans motherly figure so soon. I sighed and shook my head. My butt was stiff. Sitting in the same position for so long wasn’t fun at all. I got out of my seat and walked around. The Living Hall of the Lycan Leader was made from glass. Gossamer curtains fluttered on a gentle breeze, providing an unhindered view of the tropical garden outside. Though beautiful, the sight didn’t entrance me as it normally did. And after the trip to Lycan Town, I doubted any sight would in the near future.

Lucille almost lost her breath laughing because of Judiel. "Shut up, I am just kidding. You are the most handsome guy I've ever seen, okay?" Judiel just stared at her so she laughed even more. The two began to travel when Lucille told him where they were going. While not yet arriving at the destination, Lucille was asleep and whenever the car stopped due to traffic, Judiel looked at Lucille. It is true that Lucille is so beautiful, her face is so gentle that Judeil will think that Lucille should not be neglected, should not be hurt and hurt by anyone. Judiel finds Lucille as a fragile glass that must be protected but in all Judiel's thoughts, he doesn't know that Lucille's personality is dif

Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you." Ciara is Lucy's younger sister and only family. They lost their parents in a fire and lost everything valuable in their lives. Lucy lost all except her fifteen year old sister,the only reason she claims to live and the poor little teenage girl lost her sense of speech from the trauma of losing her parents. Her extended family tried to claim care of her but Lucy fought back and promised to somehow manage to fend for them both since she's legally an adult and that brings us to her wanting to join The Rebels, us.

"Hillary Hones. Character from the new hit series, 'Stop-fucking-drifting'." He paused, "I'm not drifting". Lucy shot him a death glare and a tight lipped smile, "Of course, not". A ragged sigh escaped him and Lucy just stared. His twenty-four year old secretary was quite pretty and Xaver could totally understand why Alexander was hooked. She possessed Almond shaped amber coloured eyes, the same colour with full hair which was sleeked up in a high puff. A small upturned nose and high cheekbones sprinkled with faint cute freckles. Her lips weren't exactly full but they weren't small either and today they were stained a bright red.

“This time I’m asking: what’s Lucy to you?” Carter watched Lucy’s hands move as she talked. He’d always heard some people described as “lighting up the room,” but Lucy didn’t just light it up: she illuminated every nook and cranny. She was light bottled in a woman’s body. He’d never met anyone like her. And if she wanted Hayden Masterson, Carter wasn’t going to stand in the way any longer. Besides, he should let her go. She’d hate him if she ever found out he’d made this bargain with her only to fuck with Hayden.

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Just what happened between the two? “I know more than you think little girl! you are the first woman to be by Lenox side, so how can you just be a plaything? I guess that you are his mate, right? When I wanted to speak up, my body slump on the chair and sweat trickled down my forehead to my neck. I felt that I could not even breath well and the suffocation was killing me. … Lucien POV… It has been hectic since I came back to from city Y. I thought that with the mayor’s statement, those people will definitely give up, but I did not expect that they will cook up yet some another lie.

She turned, tapping commands rapidly into her tablet as she moved towards the door. Kairos watched her go, then turned back to the massive screen displaying the useless, false tracker icon. He was in rage, and at the same time, a cold, humorless smile touched his lips. He had created Lucan Vale. He had honed him into the perfect weapon. And now, like any tool that had outlived its purpose or become dangerously flawed, it was time to discard him.