Meredith Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

A minute later, someone grabbed the compound and handed it to her. “Thank—” she didn’t finish her words when she saw Randall. The man who had been bothering her mind for a few nights. Their world also seemed to stop when their eyes locked. Their faces are so close to each other that they are almost squinting. But for an unknown reason, Meredith’s forehead suddenly wrinkled at the same time as the memories of her dream haunted her. Two people who love each other very much but also deeply hurt. Until she felt his hand wiping her tears, that’s why she quickly brushed his hand away and left without looking back.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

I was ready. “It’s nice to see you, Astrid… Cage, is it?” Meredith laughed, her voice smooth and cold. She looked just as Bernadette had described her—young, with dark wavy hair that fell loosely over her shoulders. Beautiful was an understatement. There was something mystifying about her, an aura so heavy with darkness I could almost taste my own fear. “Eleanor Astrid Cage,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “You must be Meredith?” “Yes,” she gushed, as if we were old friends meeting by chance.

The zareth male narrows his yellow eyes before pushing himself off the ground and that's when it becomes hard to breathe. My pulse is thundering in my ears while my wolf whines like she might die. Oh. Oh no. The mate bond is only growing stronger and the zareth hisses as if the bond won't stop pulsing in his ears either. He is bleeding from his leg, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He stands up without any issues and that's when it becomes awfully clear that I’m not in control. He is huge and only wearing a loincloth. Don't look, Sienna.

Dreaming of a boy who saw me as less than nothing, while my real life hurtled towards a nightmare. The scent of bergamot and chamomile announced Meredith’s return before the soft knock came. She entered with a tray bearing a steaming mug and a small plate of golden biscuits. “Here we are, petal. Get some warmth inside you.” “Thanks,” I murmured, taking the mug. The heat seeped into my cold fingers, a small comfort. I nibbled on a biscuit, its sweetness cloying in my mouth. Meredith lingered for a moment, her kind eyes scanning my face.

Meredith cried out, tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me close. "Don't stop," she begged, rocking her hips back against my cock. "Fuck, just like that. Suck my tits, baby." I lavished attention on her breasts for long minutes, nibbling and licking and sucking until she was a writhing mess in front of me. Her hips moved restlessly and I could smell her arousal - musky and enticing. "Take off my skirt," she commanded raggedly. "I need you to touch me." I complied immediately, shoving the tight fabric down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Meredith was wearing a matching black lace thong that left little to the imagination. I slid a finger beneath the fabric to stroke along

I knew Meredith, and I fell in love with her. It felt like my whole world had crumbled before my eyes when I found out that she was Roman’s mate, and then the pieces were set ablaze when he marked her. It did something to me; it ruined me from the inside out. I wouldn’t say that it made me grow a hatred for Romans, but it was something terrifyingly similar. I spiraled, I rebelled, and I did everything possible to let out my rage, but it just wasn’t enough. It felt like I was dying inside, but ever since Meredith woke up and told me about this whole predicament of hers, I had to push my feelings to the side. Because she came first, she will always come first.

Kian could sense trouble. Meridith was looking around his house, but she looked in thoughts. Her expensive corset convered the floor she stood on. Het dress was sewed with so much lace and precious diamonds. She smelled of luxury. Power. Money. Riches. Everything he has always wanted. "I'm here for two things!" Meridith started. "I'm all ears, My Luna" Kian urged her to continue. A deadly smirk escaped Meridith's mind. Probably, Kian will be the first to call her Luna. She was pleased and so she told him, "Rise..."

she blurted out. Liquid went flying from her left, landing on her arm as Bianca spit out the drink she had just taken. Meredith began beating on her chest to dislodge the food she had just eaten and sucked down her windpipe. Bianca recovered first. "You would what?" Now this was the embarrassment she had hoped to avoid. "Be an erotic romance writer, if I could," she said again. "Like…" Meredith started and then stopped, blinking rapidly, trying to find the words that she wanted to say. "Fuck it. Do you have something that I could read? I'm an avid reader."

AMAREUX. As I allowed myself to sink deeper into the realm of slumber, a fragment of consciousness lingered, drawing my thoughts back to the pressing matter at hand. The delicate balance between Meredith and Arayah, two individuals whose lives had become intertwined in a web of accusation and mistrust, weighed heavily on my mind. It was imperative that I find a resolution, a way to bridge the chasm that threatened to engulf their relationship and prevent the seeds of hatred from taking root.