Meredith Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

“What if this story everyone has all talked about isn’t a story after all. What if it’s a prophecy? -story- Once upon a time, there once was a dark hearted wolf. He was as mean as can be. No one ever wanted to be around him. He learned to keep to himself until one day he met a pure hearted wolf. He was mesmerized by her. Everyone warned her not to fall for him, he would only hurt her. She did not listen to them. Slowly day by day the dark hearted wolf calmed until he there was no longer any darkness left. Her pure heart was so strong it was able to defeat the darkness in his heart. These two came to rule together as one and became the strongest mates ever to be known. *dream*

I need no more encouragement. I stroke her folds and then gently push a finger into her. Her response is overwhelming. “Yes, yes, yes, Zane, move faster now,” she whispers urgently as she starts riding my finger fervently. And I do exactly as she asks, then add another finger. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy, she's now on her elbows trying to get as much of my finger into her as possible. And then I think she's done this before, my mate seems to have attempted to satisfy herself. “Did you do this to yourself before, Mercedes?” I ask softly. “Sometimes,” she confesses breathlessly.

We’ll have to look into how many times the second daughter has been mated outside of the Fianna pack. I guess our generation has it hard when it comes to mates. It really makes me wonder what’s going on outside of our view. Gideon and Amelie, An Jieun and me, Rylie and the MacCumhail female—none of these fated pairs are simple. I know what Ithildin told us, but I feel it; it’s bigger. More is coming the gods are preparing us for something. As this realization hit me, my whole body tingled, and my senses went into overdrive. I felt Rafe trying to calm me down. “Hey man, you OK?” Rylie nudged me.

At first I was shocked but soon enough I couldn't help myself and reciprocated the kiss. " I don't know okay. I just know I'm drawn to you as much as I'm drawn to Leon and Layla. It is also in a legend written by my ancestors. ( There will come a queen to rule the three realms, she'll be mated to three, a witch,a vampire, a werewolve, together they'll bring piece and unity but not before chaos.)Also I can read thoughts."

Because of his brother's actions, Blake Jones’s life becomes a nightmare. She is to become the Alpha’s slave, but the man hates her and is ready to make her life a living hell. The ruthless Alpha drives Blake to the brink of death several times. Not being able to recognize her as his mate, and his hatred of being controlled, make him a cold, bitter, angry wolf. There is only one thing that can guarantee Blake’s escape: A son. But what will happen when the man she despises and has turned her life into a living hell realizes she is the woman he loves?

Today is Friday! The most exciting day of Zelda's life. A day she had marked as the best day ever because she was going to get married to her soulmate, the one who had never ceased to make her heart ache. His name is victor. Zelda sat by the edge of her bed, admiring her bridal gown which hung on the dummy stand. It was so beautiful that she couldn't stop staring at it. She has longed to wear a bridal gown. For years, Zelda watched her friends get mated while hers never showed up. She felt the moon goddess hates her so much for not giving her a mate at the initial stage.

the councilman Ruben agreed. Ruben addressed the crowd, oblivious to the squabbling between the Alphas. "Even though I despise people who break the rules, this circumstance is different, and it would be silly to drag this trial about this unsanctioned mating." "True," Marcus nodded, "Now that we know that the Silver moon Alpha wants Rosalie Murdoch as his mistress, even though he is already mated with Grace Anderson. It would make the Anderson pack angry.” "Indeed, and they may strike back. We can all count ourselves fortunate that they have already returned to their land." Ruben jested.

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 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."