Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

There was no room for questions, no room for contemplation, no room to distinguish right from wrong, he had chosen his side, and he would stand by it. As he walked out of the room, he saw his team members who were working on other projects. All of them looked serious. These people before him were either losers or on the verge of death before being recruited, kind of like him. The hatless hackers, as they called themselves, consisted of society's scum. Those who are abandoned by society. They were lower rank people who have been through the worst in life, former drug addicts or dealer, street thugs and thieves, homeless people and orphans who the organization thought had a certain potential b

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

“Um, no, Luna. We just killed five guys. Maybe you were seeing double?” My wolf flashed in my eyes and my hands folding into balls. “Piercy, I’m fucking tell you. There was seven guys. One guy had a long grayish beard that went to his chest and ear length brown hair. Then the second guy had hair that was tied in a bun, his beard coming in spots but really skinny. The third was younger, shaved head, no facial hair. Fourth guy had a large moustache, beard stopped at his neck and eyebrows that about covered his eyes. Fifth guy had stubbles for a beard, very muscular and tall. Sixth guy was about the same. Shaggy black hair like he hadn’t been in the mountains that long. Scar that ran down his f

He was the Deguzs Empire second prince, Kingdom Entertainment's boss, but leaving his stunning looks and titles aside, he was known as a playboy! I can't be wrong. He's definitely Zifan! Who wouldn't recognize him? He's more famous than the other celebrities. He has so many scandals! And it's all about him being a playboy! And he's not even a celebrity! "Hi, miss beautiful! I'm Zifan and you are?" he asked then extended his hands to me. He's really Zifan! Goodness gracious! Maezhei told herself, still couldn't believe that she is seeing the famous Zifan in person!

At that moment, two half-naked guys were sitting there, indicating that my friend was in a session with them. “Hey, Clary, that's not that friend of yours who got involved with the cops,” said one of the guys, who was a strong black guy; he was looking at me with some malice already. “Since when are you pregnant, Suzy?” He asked, looking at my belly. “Look, if you want to join our game, just join; we accept pregnant women too,” said the other guy, who was Latino; he even licked his lips suggestively. I rolled my eyes. “Just dream; I’m not as desperate to be with two losers like you,” I hissed with disgust.

One of them was a muscular man, while the other was a rickety old man. They were followed by a group of weirdos who looked exactly the same as those who tagged along with the gentleman in the God’s Tomb. All of them were dressed in high-tech suits, and there were nearly twenty of them. Both Tyr and Dillon became wary of these guys. Subconsciously, both of them took out the Celestial Blade and Sword of Grace. “Wahahaha! Hand over the weapons in your hands!” That muscular man spoke in an excited tone. He waved his fist and dashed quickly toward the duo as he spoke.

“I’ve seen things you can’t even imagine.” It made it even funnier, then, to see enzo and his brother halt a few steps into the bar at Spin and gape at the plywood and fluttering dollar bills gracelessly stapled to every surface. It really was a terrible hole in the wall. There was literally a hole in its wall, an affectionate homage to this place. Spin didn’t have an ounce of atmosphere. People only came here to forget where they came from. “I’ll order some beer,” Lilith shouted over the music, blasted by a disaffected DJ slumped in the corner of the place. “Any preferences?”

I asked, frowning. "A guy I know from my army days. He is with the Hounds of Hell now ,a biker gang." Cyber’s tone softened slightly as he added, "They may be on the wrong side of the law, but they have got a moral code. They rescue women, kids… do some good in their own way. My friend’s one of their hackers. If anyone can get that document, it’s him." I absorbed that, my fingers drumming lightly on the laptop. "Do you still think the DiFronzo family is behind the murders?" I asked.

The steel sang as she drew it. "He's going to get his white suit dirty," Cyra muttered, adjusting her grip on the hilt. "I just had it dry-cleaned." Modern Cyprian looked at his variants. "Gentlemen," Modern Cyprian said. He looked at Cyra. "And Lady." "We are the Cleanup Crew," Modern Cyprian declared. "Our wives—and husband—have started a war without us." "Rude," Fantasy Cyprian grunted. "Dangerous," Cyberpunk Cyprian added.