Meredith Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

Cecil frowned, “Your teacher is that outsider? No wonder you are so proud. She's nothing special; you and the others are not different. Trying to compare yourself with men? You are courting death.” Hearing that, the women in the crowd booed in discontent, but Cecil remained proud. Nerida's smile also faltered, and she pressed her fists together. “Fine. Let me see what is so 'special' about you.” With that, Nerida attacked. Nerida was not slow like any other strength-based warrior, something I had done my best to achieve. Nerida's punch quickly arrived before Cecil, and he sneered, dodging the attack seamlessly, but Nerida quickly followed it up with another punch.

“Now that you can see who you are talking to. who has you. I would like us to get down to business. I woke up and opened your mouth to answer me and me alone. No one else, he ordered. I gave him a nod. A girl walked in toward me; she was wearing a white, handless cotton gown with a blue shoe. Her skin was filled with marks; her blue eyes were dimmed; they had lost the joy of life. Her face looked familiar; it did not take a while for me to recognise her. She was Meredith. Grim sister. She walked towards me looking lifeless. She looked weaker than she was in our pack. What could have happened to her? I thought she was a Killian slave. What was she doing with Damjne in his pack?

She knows fully well that Avery's misery isn't entirely down to Roman, but she also knows that a part of her hates herself for getting attached to somebody she shouldn't be attached to. She needs to be at home, where her doctors know her and how to help her, and where she and Lilith are within two hours of her in case she needs them. Meredith first knocks on Lilith's door, unable to believe she's only known the girl a day. All three of them clicked instantly, and they've been banded together ever since that morning. Lilith climbs off of Zephyr, who looks somewhat pissed off when the knock sounds throughout the room.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“And a purge protocol. This isn’t a garden. It’s a… a museum. Or a prison. For memories.” As she spoke, the idyllic holograms in the fountain flickered. For a split second, the scholars were screaming, the art depicted horrors, the lovers were tearing each other apart. Then it reset to perfection. “Psychological hazard,” Aiden said, his voice tight. “It shows you paradise, then shows you the truth underneath. It’s trying to break our minds, not our bodies.” The ROMANCE PROTOCOL notification pulsed insistently. SYNCHRONIZATION 91%. The game was pushing them closer, using the unsettling peace to lower their guards, to foster intimacy.

MILES: My gaze shifted from my throbbing cock to her serious face and then to the door. “Meredith, continue with what you were doing,” I repeated once more. Arms crossed to the chest, “no!” she rejected in a low growl. The knock came again, and I smiled. As if she read my mind knowing what I was about to do, “don't you--” “Come in!” I yelled. Immediately, she dropped to her knees with a small giggle. In no time, her mouth was on my cock. She had the most beautiful lips I have ever seen.

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With every click, Seraphina Vance died a little more, and Seraphina Sterling took her first artificial breath. ​It was a masterpiece of lies, code, and pure, unfiltered vengeance. ​The terminal chimed. A solid green banner stretched across all three displays: ​IDENTITY MIGRATION COMPLETE: 100% SERAPHINA VANCE: DELETED SERAPHINA STERLING: ACTIVE ​I stared at the screen for a long, heavy moment. The digital slate was completely blank. Lucian Vance could hire every private investigator on the planet, and he would never find a trace of his dead wife. She didn't exist anymore.

I started to like the fact of having friends. "Oh, future Luna. I didn't know that you are exceptionally beautiful! Are eastern she-wolves also look like us? You know... white and 'blondey'! Are they?" Meredith asked me. She is the mate of one of the generals in Iram's pack. She is a bit round but still beautiful with her red hair curled and ponytailed neatly behind her. She was overly describing my physique at that moment. I couldn't decide what to think. Was she doing this praising because I am the future luna or did she say that because it was the reality?