사이버펑크 Novels & Stories

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

says the Gabino, lighting a cigar. Santo jumps into the water and grabs the stronzo by the neck. The kid is on the verge of passing out, which drives Santo completely crazy. It is as if I had just given a new toy to a Pitt bull. He immediately raises his head, giving the future Don Gabino a toothy grin: "Who said anything about an enemy? He is my fucking victim." Santo answers with a murderous look. The Gabino son looks at Matteo and raises his eyes to the sky:

He didn't even seem like the grumpy guy from earlier. Catherine left the commercial building around seven o'clock, with Tatiane by her side. They ended up staying later because Victoria wanted to show them a few more bureaucratic things. The street was incredibly busy, with cars passing from side to side. It was already late afternoon, so the sky had the last hint of orange with the stars taking their place in the sky. It was a beautiful scene to see, the stars starting to appear in the middle of the huge skyscrapers. Tatiane poked her in the ribs, causing Catherine to jump and look at her without understanding what had happened. She then pointed to a car where a guy was waving at her. It wa

Amara’s POV The shift was painful. I could not believe it. Looking at myself from the back of my mind, I realized we are huge, three tails, red and white in color. Everyone is looking at us in awe. Thinking to myself, I don’t even know her name. “Skadii,” a voice says to me. Taken aback at the response, “excuse me?” I say. My name... It’s Skadii. I am your Lycan and you are my human. Together, we will do great things, the voice replies. Not sure what to say, I just keep quiet. Looking at everyone in front of me through eyes that aren’t mine but are, I can see their... their fear and astonishment. Skadii takes one look at Blake. “Mate,” she rumbles, then snaps her jaws at Thalia. Thalia takes

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

Madame Ais reported her diagnosis to Maru. "Wow! How much does the healing potion cost, Madame Ais?" Maru asked the system once again. He was about to ask what an osteoporosis was but forgot about the question when he heard the following sentences from Madame Ais. One hundred percent health recovery with no side effects, this was a miracle drug, Maru thought excitedly. "1 world energy, Maru. Every item you buy from the Artificial Intelligence System costs the same, provided that you have already constructed the fabricator, equipment, or machine it needs to create the items." Madame Ais informed Maru.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

"We would be honored." The End

Preso No Telemóvel A Nina, assim se chamava a mulher da limpeza, estava connosco havia muito tempo, vinha dia sim dia não, era um pouco faladeira e muito bonita, parecia ser bem mas nova do que era. Eu sempre achei que o pai a olhava de forma diferente, e ela sempre lhe sorria, retribuindo os olhares.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)