Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character Novels & Stories

She said, "The S-tier Malevolent Phantom near Yonora City goes by the name Malachar Lancaster. He's a well-known entrepreneur in the area. Here's everything we've got on him." After going through the file, Felix frowned. This guy had picked the perfect cover. He had taken over the identity of someone who was not only famous but genuinely admirable—Malachar had done tons of charity work, and people looked up to him. It made Felix even angrier, knowing a Malevolent Phantom had murdered such a person and replaced him. "I've got it," he said. As Felix walked away, Donna could not help but stare after him, full of curiosity. This man's determination to hunt down an S-tier Malevolent Phantom was u

“I was thinking though, if that's going to answer your question.” “I can assume danger should be coming with the idea of you thinking.” He teased, his thumb drawing lazy circles over my hip through the sheet. I turned then, slowly, until we were face-to-face. His hair was tousled, jaw shadowed, eyes half-lidded but sharp. For once, he looked almost human, not the Alpha everyone feared, just the man who’d somehow found his way into every thought I didn’t want to have. He cupped my right cheek and despite myself, I leaned into his touch before looking at him again, getting mesmerized in his gaze and yet forcing myself not to fall deeper into it.

he graoned once more as his hand was moving up and down on his cock, he felt so good. After some moment a sexy male descended from the stairs, be has white hair that was complimented with his white eyebrows, his body was musclarly chiseled and firm, his jawline was so angular and sharp that some gods would curse him due to jealousy, the male firm muscled legs where flexing and twitching as he descended the stairs, he was only in a tight black boxer that fitted him so well making him look like a sex god which he is, the male was only twenty three and he's Adonis.

"Thou father who art in heaven, clean my eyeballs from that horrid sight, and if I am to dream what I saw this morning, guide me to heaven as I will drink bleach before I let that image haunt me for the rest of my life. Amen." I recognized the guy she was bumping uglies with. He's Enzo's head of security. I've seen him around the Mansion, barking orders and speaking through his spy device on his ear. He was also one of the men in my apartment that day. The Hulk, I'd called him and the nickname was fitting. He had sandy blonde hair, brown captivating eyes, and the body structure that could rival 'The Rock'. He was a big-ass dude but he sure was pretty.

He looked back into the hallway to make sure that Kenchiki was gone before swinging the door open. Standing behind the door was none other than the male protagonist of this world. Clad in a black T-shirt and jeans, dark hair, gray eyes, windswept hair that fell onto his forehead, straight nose, a striking face, and a body with light muscles, he gave off the feeling of brightness and kindness.

He still didn't quite understand the concept, but everyone seemed pleased with their work, so he didn't question it further. "Miss Thornstun, I mean Luna Lily, Alpha Jayce." A young male stepped forward wearing what looked like armor that was deeply detailed, with engravings of a crest on the breastplate. His hair was slightly long and from a close enough inspection, it seemed paint that gave him a realistic beard. The look made him seem so much older than he did. Lily's eyes shined up at the gentleman.

She could only hope for the best, which would be that he didn’t draw blood or worse. “Don’t!” The deep male voice startled her so badly she jerked and twisted her head around. A big form stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the room. His boots stomped loudly as he walked into the dimly lit area. “Get away from him.” Moon snarled, jerked his arm back inside the cell, and sprang to his feet. His chest rammed the bars, trying to push through them. The New Species male storming closer had long brown hair that fell past his shoulders and dark-brown eyes that flashed rage. The biker jacket and boots came as a surprise. He wore faded jeans and a black top.