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

I looked away when I heard someone called him, again. Oh my gosh! I stared at him! That's so embarrassing! I bet I am as red as a tomato right now. I shifted my gaze to the person who keeps on calling him "Big bro". But my eyes widen when I recognize who he is! "Z-Zifan Deguzs?" I blurted out. 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!

Was it possible that he was simply overly suspicious? Kathy was well-acquainted with the leaders of Spark and Nexus. The head of Spark Tech, Mr. Ian, was a dedicated fan of Marvel, particularly Spider-Man and Venom, as evidenced by his collection of Marvel superhero figurines. On the other hand, Mr. Carlisle, the boss of Nexus, although young, had a penchant for operas and often delved into discussions about concepts like "hidden greatness in the world," which tended to befuddle others. Despite their quirks, the names of their respective companies were undeniably memorable.

a male's voice bellowed across the café seemingly addressing the young woman who had just ordered her coffee. Thank goodness there wasn't anyone else in the cafe right now because the man had spoken as if not caring it had just disrupted the whole space. Lucy observed Sara look over at the guy who had walked into the cafe with two other males following closely behind him. All of them were tall, wearing biker gear, and looked to be gruff and intimidating. With the way their hair was cut short, the number of tattoos on their bodies, and the way they carried themselves, Lucy felt like they must belong to a gang.

“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?”

"Really? So scary! If it were me, I wouldn't want to be connected with them." "Yeah, but I honestly think it's such a shame." one of the ladies said that made Ken'ichi curious. The other girl remained silent, maybe giving a questioning look at her friend. "Somehow, it's such a shame. Most Pointer guys I see at the Capital looked so greatly build and handsome. This must be the situation where they call them 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome', right?" "I feel the same!" the girls giggled. "Tch, women..." Ken'ichi whispered.

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.