Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Dorio

I said, my voice dangerously low. ​Dorian smirked, handing over a small encrypted chip before turning away, completely unaware that he had just signed his own death warrant. I had agreed outwardly, but the moment he walked into the dark, my real operation began. ​My tactical subroutines, long dormant, snapped back online with lethal efficiency. Instead of retreating, I tracked Dorian’s encrypted communication signals deep into the sector's subterranean sub-levels.

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

It was a Friday night and like every other Friday in the city of New York, the clubs were packed with people dancing and shimmying to infectious bass music. Circling his perfectly shaped fingertip around the rim of his glass, David stifled his sigh, thinking of better ways to have spent a work-free night rather than inhaling the nauseating blend of sweat and alcohol whilst watching sweaty bodies gyrate and contort on stage like birds high on crack. He should be home. He wanted to go home, to his safe place inside Dawn. He missed her terribly.

We are in a cave somewhere along the coast. Recognition hits, and I’m shocked. “Derek!” I gasped, looking at the boy I used to date, Derek Grothman. “I believe your little harem calls me Razor. I’ve been watching you, Pixie. When we were dating, I thought you were the kind of girl I could take home to momma, but I see you’ve gone and whored yourself out.” “What are you talking about, Derek? I’m not a whore,” I growl at him.

The hallway light caught his face the way it always seemed to glow – like even the light in this house had decided to cooperate with him. “Damien Black is not a friend,” he said. Even. Flat. The tone of something delivered as fact not opinion. I looked down at him from the step. “Oriana doesn’t have friends here to spare,” I said. “You made sure of that.” It landed. I watched it land – a small tightening at his jaw, something brief and unguarded moving through his eyes before he pulled it back. Good. “He has an agenda,” Ciro said. “With everything he does.”

Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived. I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles. “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me. I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

Or just standing full stop? Or better to seem vulnerable? But they carried me in here… so I think they are pretty strong anyway, so vulnerability isn’t really going to matter, is it? OK… standing up… or sitting up. Fucking head. Stop spinning. Dario POV How many fucking red lights and stop signs does this city have?

I explain. Dario snickers at my words, "That's a lie! Your fucking whore is addicted to that drug. My wife made sure she gave her enough to cause the addiction. Now she's nothing but a drugged-out whore!" It's Jory that punches him in the face. Dario's head snaps back, but all he does is laugh. Jory then pulls out a knife and jams it right in the Kingpin's side, "Just returning the gesture." My man grins.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

But I was wrong. "I'm going into the city's security cameras," Dario said. "When he left the house I was able to pick him up on several cameras, but then he disappears. I'm guessing that's because he went somewhere that's not heavily surveilled." He pushed his glasses up his nose and laid his tablet down before he began typing on his phone. "Wait, I might have something but I need to get into another system." All of it was taking too damn long. I grabbed the heavy desk and growled as I flipped it over. My computer crashed, papers went flying, and my books toppled to the floor.