Meredith Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds. I was powerless to fight back. The pain from my injuries and the agony of being without medication: it was a living nightmare. There was no pleasure in that, only a desperate wait for the numbness that should follow the medicine. However, relief did not come. The pain lingered. My mind stayed sharp. With all the strength I could muster, I shoved Francis away. "This...isn't medicine." "It's a different kind," he said, panting as he tried to explain. "You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs."

AIDEN’S POV: Silence filled the air after Elara’s words. No lineage. No witnesses. No proof. Councilman Thorne leaned back in his chair slowly, hisfingers tapping against the armrest. “So…you have no pack history. No bloodline we can trace. No wolf blood identity.” My Jaw tightened. “She is still my mate,” I said, unyielding. Councilwoman Mirelle tilted her head. “With respect, Alpha Aiden, bonds can be… distorted. Especially when a human is involved.”

"You've gotten better over the years, brother. But it won't help you. Even your daughter won't be able to save you once I'm finished with you…and her." You could almost see the veil of red descend over Cian's eyes at the taunt, and he sent a wave of fire at Mikhail. For a heartbeat, the entire crowd seemed to hold its breath. Then Meredith moved forward, her steps unhurried, the dust and smoke parting around her as though unwilling to cling. She didn’t look at Cian. Didn’t look at the fallen hybrids. Her gaze never left Mikhail.

I’m adding another story to this book. It’s set in the same world but follows a different path and characters. You can read it on its own, but it connects to the main story in important ways. I hope you enjoy this new addition. Title : ( RUTHLESS ALPHA ) Chapter 61 Eloise Richards leaned over the scarred wooden bar and rapped her knuckles twice to catch Wayne’s eye. He was pouring a draft for a guy in a trucker hat, but he lifted his chin in acknowledgment.

"Condom sex and we will watch Angel." She slips the money into a cash box bolted to the wall. A few clicks on the keyboard and the wall opposite the couch looks like it is transparent into Angel's room. There is Carla, back to us, doing a strip for a guy on the couch. "Oh, that is Marty, he is one of those tech millionaires. He tips very well. Carla is going to have a good night." She flips through several views, looking into the room from different angles, or down from the ceiling. "Which view do you want?"