Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

As I scrambled to my feet, three guys stepped out from one of the wrecked Sedans, closing in on me. They looked solid, dressed in leather jackets and jeans, their faces hard and expressionless under the streetlights. One had a scar running down his jaw, another had a buzz cut and a tattoo peeking from his collar. The third, the biggest, held a pistol in his hand, but he wasn’t pointing it at me. I knew right then they meant business and they weren't just small-time thugs, these people were professionals.

“This is about to get messy…” As Josh listened more he caught the name. The four guys who walked in were members of The Ghosts, a gang known for their ruthless reputation and the fear they left in their wake. They weren’t just infamous, they were the kind of people no one wanted to cross. Wherever they showed up, trouble followed, and from the way the entire party fell silent, it was clear everyone knew it. The group walked in confidently, completely unfazed by the attention they were getting. One of them, a tall guy, known as ‘Reaper’, with slicked-back hair and an expensive-looking leather jacket smirked as he scanned the room to see everyone looking at him and his friends.

The years had flown by and now the city knew someone had stood up to the Lords. They called them "neros." Which literally meant black. Jessy and Nicky were now officially super heros to those who saw them as such, and to others they were enemies, those who made more gains from the frivolous business of the gang men. Some of these people included; the bar owners, prostitutes and also the local police. The duo posed a threat to these vital communities.

Tasha’s POV What the actual fuck? My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon as I peeked into the room. Three fucking naked guys with huge cocks!!! Scratch that—three. Two more were chilling on the balcony, their silhouettes just as intimidating. These dudes looked like they’d gone through dick enlargement or something. Each one looked like they’d been sculpted for sin, their dicks thick, veiny, huge….literally way out of the world. “This is too much”.

Nope. Grant. Freakin' Grant. I didn't even hesitate-I hit decline and tossed the phone like it was radioactive. What the hell did he want now? I was mid-bite into my second donut when I noticed them. Three guys, all broad shoulders and bad intentions, strolling toward me like they owned the damn street. Casual shirts, jeans, but make no mistake-these dudes were anything but casual. The kind of guys who carried trouble in their back pockets, right next to a pack of smokes.

"Jackson is an asshole. A loose prick! He's a fool to lose you and trust me it would be too late for him to realise he lost a real gem." Her words sank into me and my esteem and spirit for the day were elevated out of the rock bottom I felt all day. "Hello pretty ladies!" Two scary looking huge guys walked up to us. One had dirty blonde hair and the other a mixture of pink, red and gold dyed hair with a cigarette on his lips. They wore red leather jackets and pants with tattoo ink displayed over their necks and hands. "Hello but we aren't available." Linda replied and waved them off as she turned back to our drinks.

The kid is a tech wizard and one of the reasons why Killer Angels remains one of the best assassins group in the dark web. Justin holds the door for me and I step insíde the meeting room. Everyone is already waiting,taking their positions. Nyx is leaning against the wall, her dark hair pulled back, her dagger glinting at her hip like an extension of her body. Sulphur is seated next to Nyx, her blonde buzzcut catching the dim light, her hands restless, ready to break something—or someone. That's who she is, always eager for a fight. Justin slouches in a chair, his laptop now open and fingers twitching like they’re itching to tear through some codes.

Pretty nasty. If anything that caught my eyes, it was the several tattoos that snaked their arms, disappearing into their sleeves. Wait a minute— Those tattoos look familiar. Right. Ryker had same tattoos. And I'm left wondering what Ryker had with these men. Was Ryker part of their group? Were they a cult? A gang? Some underground CEO Fight Club? Talking about Ryker, he was there too. His hands were tucked into his pants pocket, wearing that same lazy smile that could piss anyone off. I’d been too caught up with my food that i didn’t realize when he left and came out to meet these men.

The naked girls were covered partly by flesh, most part revealed some wires and metal coverings. "Did I just hear well?" Duke was saying. Timothy turned his eyes to Rodge and saw that his mouth was wide open as he stared into the digital camera. Inside the room, Jake chuckled. "Those aren't robots, dummy, those are cyborgs!"

His three mates were leaner and a small taller than him but all equally looked like ex-boxers. The womans were common but surprisingly good looking and I did note that the guys were never shy about kissing or even fondling each other’s womanfriends. The stocky one was appropriately called Arnie and when they were in as four lads he watched and commented on every woman who panused him, including Ellie. It was obvious from his sign language that he appreciated her larger bust. From overheard conversation I figured that these guys were scaffolders by day but their reason for being in the bar was, perhaps more to do with a sideline in craze and pills. To that end they were dangerous people for u