River Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

River hissed, "If she wasn't so dangerous, I wouldn't have had to kiss that stupid, furry, little pooch!" "I know darling," Clive drawled seductively, "but you did a marvelous job, my sweet." "I can show you," she whispered back. And that's when I saw her walk into my thin line of sight and kiss Clive the way she'd kissed Ryder. I quickly looked away, burying my head in my hands, trying to wrap my head around what I had just witnessed. So Ryder still loved me? He was just under the control of River, who was seemingly a witch? And they needed me out of their plans because I could stop them? There was a second phase? Did it involve death?

River’s icy blue eyes bore into hers, dark with a tempest of emotions - fury, lust, pain. His breath was hot against her face as he growled, “Is this what you want, little girl? To play with fire and get burned?” “I’m not afraid of you,” Riley whispered defiantly, tilting her chin up. “And I’m not a child.” Something dangerous flashed in River’s gaze. In one swift motion, he flipped her over, pinning Riley beneath his hard body on the bed. She gasped at the sudden movement, heat pooling low in her belly as she felt every contour of his muscular frame.

demand, him to put out the fire he had created, she felt one of her legs being lifted from underneath her. She quickly glanced down, noting Ryker was still behind her and Reid was still standing in front of her, to see River wearing a handsome smirk as he placed her thigh over his shoulder. His sapphire orbs flickered black with lust as her most intimate area became exposed to him. “And you better be quiet.” He challenged. “River, what-” she started to question, but was interrupted by a moan escaping her lips as she felt his tongue slide across her core. He let out an approving growl against her as he took his first taste, his dick twinged painfully as he found his new favourite meal. She ta

she almost spat, looking me up and down, "are just little Kim Russell from Cincinnati, Ohio." "More than that." I narrowed my eyes at her in that same chilly way that I'd seen Tony do so well. "I am bad enough to kill a Neratomay who could trace his lineage back to Caesar, who had ruled thirteen hundred Neratomay and who helped found your Council. And I've been a Vampire less than forty-eight hours." I swore that I would never refer to them as Neratomay again. They were fucking vamps—we were fucking vamps! "So you believe yourself more skilled than Johan?" Her voice sounded like a growl.

Which was so much more dazzling than usual that it felt so dangerous for an ordinary woman like herself to bear. "Do you think you can survive if you keep tearing up my pride with the rejection that comes out of your pretty mouth, huh?" River asked in a whispering voice while his thumb gently rubbed the surface of Daisy's lower lip – that if only his hands weren't hugging Daisy's waist, Daisy's weak legs would not be able to hold her body and would make her fall to the floor. And in fact, it wasn't just Daisy who became so weak just because of the light touch that River gave her. Because even River seemed caught up in his own game, feeling his blood heat up and his heart flutter as he felt h

AQUA After River uttered those words, I drew in a deep breath, attempting to mask the rapid drumming of my heart. His gaze was filled with such sincerity and hope that, for a fleeting moment, I almost forgot all the reasons I was fighting him for. Guilt gnawed at my chest because I knew if it was under normal circumstances, I should have been over the moon for finding the man who was the perfect fit for my incomplete soul. Yet now, all I yearned for was to escape and never look back. I pushed down my wolf's protests and pressed firmly against his chest, channeling every ounce of strength I had, hoping he would relent. Surprisingly, River didn't resist my silent demand and shifted away from m

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky. I shoved the window open, and the night air rushed in, icy and sharp, cutting through the pain for a second. It felt amazing. "Hey, Francis, what do you even like about me?" He paused, searching for words. "I'm not sure. The moment I saw you ten years ago, I just knew I had to have you." "Had to have me..." I snorted, a bitter edge to my laugh. "So, I never had a choice? I couldn't even just zone out and get through life?"

The house purred in answer. Becky dropped her whisk and pounced on River like a journalist uncovering a scandal. “Show them!” He made the face of a man who had accepted his fate. He tugged his collar wider with two fingers. Their shared ring was a storm spiral braided to a river rune; thunderhead inked in thin lines that suggested motion, the river line cutting through like a path you could trust even in rain. Becky’s personal flourish was a stylus of lightning carving a channel through clouds while River’s was a compass tucked into the storm’s eye, true north set at a stubborn angle only a man who never gets lost would choose.

London’s city center pulsed with chaos, its neon-lit streets a battlefield under the fog’s heavy veil. Kai Castellano moved through a derelict data hub, his black jacket blending with the shadows, his icy blue eyes scanning for the Order of Cinders’ servers. The cyberattack, intercepted by Rosa, threatened to drain mafia finances globally, endangering their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera. The traitor in their London team, revealed by Marsh, gnawed at Kai, but Gianna’s heated kiss in the alley anchored him. His jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his fear of betrayal.