Modern Dystopian Novels & Stories

Finally, he yanked the toy out with a slick pop, the sudden emptiness making me whine, only to replace it with a thick finger, then two, stretching my pussy further while he continued pounding relentlessly. His pace faltered, breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his peak. With a guttural groan, he came again, flooding me full, cum overflowing to mix with the mess on the sheets. Exhausted, he uncuffed me at last, pulling me into his side. I curled against his sweat-slicked chest, the storm raging outside the windows—thunder cracking over the dystopian skyline, rain lashing the glass. In this world of rebellion and control, I'd lost the fight, but surrendered to something darker, hotter:

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Zoey puffed her cheeks. "I have no idea." Cyrus’ eyes grew distant. "Then we take our time. We wait. Time favors us, and the advantage sits with me." For now, only one scenario troubled him: the slim chance that the other 29 buildings would unite. In this apocalyptic world, everyone schemed against everyone. Within a single housing complex, 30 buildings had already formed completely different micro-civilizations. Cyrus’ #25 and groups like the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves ruled through brute force and killing. Lyla relied on brainwashing. Brandon enforced strict order to create a peaceful, conflict-free micro-society.

"What did i do wrong? Looks like he's the one who's sensitive. I think from the start dealing with that crazy woman." ^^^ Huffftt.. Hyomi dropped her body on the sofa, after a long day of work and bad things hit today. "Wow! Your case has been classified," Mira said slightly relieved, while struggling with her laptop, peering through all the media. Hyomi is silent. Fluttering in empty air. For a moment Mira turned to look at him who was already late in a dream. It seems like Hyomi is too tired to cultivate new storylines in her life. She is forced to become the main character in a new story, which makes his life resilient.

‘I shouldn’t have let myself forget… just because I was able to fake it with a big place like KariBlanc… I should not have forgotten what kind of place this is. This was the criminal underbelly. A home to murderers, rapists, and a bunch of other despicable scum. How could he have thought of hacking and slashing his way through, just as he did in Dungeons? He wasn’t fighting monsters this time. These were monsters who wore the skins of human beings. ‘And them…’ Rey glanced at Yuri and Aldred. They appeared perfectly calm despite all the carnage before them. There was a chance that they were just pretending to be unbothered by it, but Rey couldn't shake the feeling that they genuinely didn’t c

Ashers replied “ they will stop once we do what we have to do to make the prophecy come true and send these foul creatures back from where they came, remember these are not just nightmares but they are visions of what is actually happening out there” “ I don’t want to see these anymore, seeing these innocent people just walking home from work, or on their way to meet up with their friends and then getting ripped apart and not being able to do a thing to help them and stop it from happening, and I get to just wake up and leave the situation while they have just meer moments to live, having to see the look of fear on their faces and seeing the realisation on their face when they realise that t

My vision blurred at the edges, but I forced myself to focus, to keep moving and to stay ahead. Up ahead, there an opening. Beyond the last line of houses, the green broke. The forest, freedom. Hope surged wild and desperate as I pushed harder. Ignoring the tearing of pain in my body. I could make it. I had to make it. the trees loomed closer, the shadows stretching wide, waiting to swallow me whole. Something slammed into my back. the world dropped out from under me. I hit the ground hard, air ripping from my lungs as darkness burst across my vision. Before I could move, before I could even breathe. A weight pressed down on me. cold, trembling and wrong.

She exhaled deeply, then continued on their walk across the park. The thought of quintillions of people separated from their natural world filled her. She imagined it was something like a kind of trauma, but one that existed on a generational scale, and could be measured across centuries. The thought crossed her mind that maybe that’s why the Drogar seemed so aggressive - they were far removed from nature, and the only places that had them at all were prisons. It was the same with the Federation. The Earth was practically barren, and had been covered in buildings. Every time she visited, she found people to be generally more miserable than the people in her old Earth.

And when he opened them, his expression was that of a man who had understood what should never have been understood. “Kayno doesn’t want control.” “Then what does he want?” Sasha murmured, his voice choked. Dmitry turned to both of them, his blue eyes like Arctic ice. “Absolute balance.” “And if that balance means extinguishing those who play at being gods?” Alexei murmured. “Then he will do it,” Dmitry answered. “One by one. Without mercy. Without survivors.” The silence returned. But this time, there was no peace in it. Only the certainty that the world had changed. And that a new order was forming. One that did not forgive. One that judged with the very essence of existence itself. And wh

The city looked like a 19th-century fever dream, a place where the physical word was the only currency that didn't glitch. ​"It’s beautiful in a tragic sort of way," I whispered, watching a group of people huddle around a flickering gas lamp to read a single-page Gazette. ​"It’s a power vacuum, Aara," Damian said, his eyes scanning the rooftops for the tell-tale shimmer of surveillance drones. "And the Architect’s disciples are filling it with static." ​