Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

“Half…yeah right keep wasting my time, because that’s what I pay you to do.” “Bye dude,” Jude says and hangs up. “Going somewhere?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. He shrugs dismissively. “Nothing important.” I leave it at that and concentrate on my drink. Jude shifts to rapidly texting on his phone, which means we fall into silence. I drift my eyes back to the girls but thankfully they are no longer looking at us. The door into the café opens and a group of three guys comes in, and I find myself staring at them a little longer because they kind of draw attention. They are all in dark jeans and vests that expose their arms covered in tattoos, with the exception of one of them who has a black leat

I love it. I grab a drink from the bar—something red and sweet that tastes like sin—and turn to survey my options. That's when I see them. Three guys standing together near the VIP section, and holy shit. It's like someone ordered them from a catalog labeled "Scarlett's Wet Dreams." Guy one: tall, dark hair, shoulders for days, wearing a black shirt that shows off his arms. He's got this intense look, like he's cataloging everything in the room. Guy two: blond, pretty-boy face but a body that says he works out religiously. Slightly shorter than guy one but built like he could throw me around. I am extremely into it.

“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.

“But I didn't make a deal with you, so I'd rather speak to him myself, unless you want everyone to know how his side piece has been threatening to take me down, of course.” Jason paused for a beat, studying my face before he nodded. “This way.” He knocked twice once we got to Caspian’s office, and I could feel my patience running thin. I tapped my feet against the ground when the door swung open and four men, all dressed in black, stepped out. They didn't appear to be ordinary businessmen. They looked like they were built for war. My gaze dropped to the last man's wrist and I didn't miss the tattoo peeping beneath his shirt.

SMOOTH CRIMINAL: 👀 . BATMAN: Welcome back, fucker! …. ZACH is added by GREEN GOBLIN (Kairo) to the Alpha Fuckers. ROCKSTAR: Welcome back, fuckers. WALKER: Must be a lucky night to have all eight of us here. It’s been a long time, fuckers! SMOOTH CRIMINAL: What’s up? Is it time for a meet-up? Who’s up for a drink? BATMAN: I think we’re too old for midnight sneak-outs and stealing Uncle Caspian’s alcohol. Can we have dinner instead?

“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.

"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!"