Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

There were three guys, all dressed in black and with strange tattoos on their necks, they were kind of gathering things because there was a somewhat medium sized box in the middle, the other guy had a notebook in his hands. "Are they Kayler's friends?" asked Anne. "Why do you ask?" I wanted to know. "Because of the way they dress." she answered. I took a good look at them, they were young? Attractive, serious, but I had never seen them before, especially not with Kayler. "I don't know, Anne." I muttered. But those guys are scary, they're so... Dark. Suddenly, one of them looked back at us, dammit! He looked at us. We quickly moved away from the window.

With a mocking clap, a hidden door creaked open, unveiling a pair of burly men who stormed in like they owned the place. The two guys who swaggered forward were straight out of a nightmare – think nightclub bouncers who’d scare the life out of even the rowdiest parties. They had this creepy, cruel aura about them. One man sported a shaved head and a canvas of menacing tattoos covering his tree-trunk arms, while the other man was marked by a wicked scar slashing down his face, looking like he just walked out of a horror flick. I swallowed with fear as I looked at Ryker who never took his eyes off these bruisers, but his grip on me tightened until I thought my hand might become one with his. T

It shattered with an ear-splitting crash, spraying bits and shards of ceramic onto her arm as she shielded her face. Kat briefly glanced over her shoulder, dreading to find Smoker Lady perfecting her aim, but it wasn't even the murderous woman coming after them. She was still at the base of the staircase, struggling to reload her weapon. Thundering towards them were two men, both wearing overalls, leather jackets, and masks that covered the lower half of their faces. One was almost freakishly tall, while one had a shiny bald head. Freakishly Tall Guy carried a shotgun similar to Smoker Lady's, while Bald Dude was heaving a bulging black duffel bag with hundred dollar bills wedged in the end

“You sure know how to pick your spots. You do realize what is going down here, right?” “I know enough,” I murmured. He tilted his head, studying me through the dim light. “You are with them?” “Them?” “The Titan boys,” he said, lowering his voice. “Name still rings around these circles. Cassian and Nolan. Used to own these streets before they disappeared. Now they were back and everyone is watching.” My breath caught. I had not realized that the name carried weight beyond just their immediate circle. The Titan boys. It sounded both dangerous and nostalgic.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

The girl's voice was as cold as her face. "You must be Unix." Shivaay said and stretched his hand to her, she looked at his hand before shaking it. "Oh, sorry I didn't introduce myself." The man said and he squeezed beside Unix and grinned eagerly. "I'm Cyber, nice to meet you guys." He said stretching his hand at Shivaay, he shook his hand and gave a brief nod. The man's hand was strong and hard for his own good and Shivaay noticed the scratches and the scars on his arms. Cyber noticed Shivaay's gaze on his arms and gave him a challenging look.

There were junkies shaking from withdrawal, old men with missing limbs, and children with eyes far too old for their faces. Ren, Leo, and Kara joined the back of the line. They huddled together, trying to blend in. Two guards stood at the entrance. They were Ironheads—gangers who augmented their bodies with crude, industrial cybernetics. The lead guard was a brute of a man. His lower jaw had been replaced with a rusted hydraulic clamp that clicked wetly when he spoke. He wore armor made from street signs and held a pneumatic nail gun modified into a rifle. "Next!" Jaw-Clamp barked.

added Connor, who received a response in the form of small coughs and clear throat from around him because his words were the opposite of what they had been doing so far. Starting with Gideon marrying a woman under his protection since she was very young age. Likewise, Connor, who framed a teenage girl before the graduation party, and Gavin secretly spied on a girl but pretended not to care, not to mention Nicko, who forced a woman to be with him. And then, Danny is not much different from his friends. Maybe the normal one is just... Rey? Plus, they have groups with aliases that can make people frown when they read them. See, they’re just a bunch of immoral men who like to push things. Then,

Two guys visible through the glass. They were big. Tall, broad, the kind of built that comes from lifting heavy things for fun. One had dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, a short beard framing his jaw, sleeves rolled up to show thick forearms covered in black ink. The other had a buzz cut, silver hoops in both ears, shoulders so wide they looked almost cartoonish. Both wore plain black t-shirts that clung in all the right places. They looked like they’d walked straight out of one of those over-the-top p**n scenes I sometimes watched alone at 2 a.m. when I was too restless to sleep—exaggerated, too handsome, too confident, the kind of guys who made your pulse jump just by existing in the

Not something I get to drink often on my shoe string budget, I could get used to this. “I don’t think so.” Atlas says and Cody now has his arms folded in front of his chest. “Not happening.” Cody says with a glint in his eyes. Who do these guys think they are? “I’m a grown up, I’ll do what the hell I like.” “Fantastic,” says Nolan with utter mischief in his eyes. “We can hook up later if you fancy it.” I throw my head back and laugh. These guys, they have no shame none at all. I’m not surprised with the way they look. It’s like sitting in a male model casting studio with all their damn, hot looks. I mean it’s a girl’s paradise. I dare any girl to sit at this table and not have wet panties ri