Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

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

"There's a hacker bar called 'System Failure'. Cassandra used to frequent it. Find her contact." "Kael," Jackson looked the boy in the eye. "Protect them." "With my life, Sir," Kael nodded. The Lower Sector. Internet Cafe / Bar "System Failure". The air smelled of ramen and ozone. The streets were packed with hackers, fixers, and low-level criminals. Alex, Mia, Aurora, and Kael walked in formation. They stuck out. They looked too clean, too healthy, too... expensive. "Hey, tourists," a voice hissed from the shadows.

Also, the number of people who would come to their cybercafes was also minuscule. Most of the players outside were either their own members or friends from rival gangs, and most of them did not pay for their time spent here. Also, they rarely received orders to help avenge someone. They had finally met the wealthy Wynne who had hired them to beat Frederick up, but they were stopped by another gang when they went to beat him up. After a fierce battle, both forces ended up heavily injured. They had managed to trick Wynne into paying a portion of their medical bills. But Frederick had stolen the money, forcing them to pay their medical bills with their own money.

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.

"Jackson Connors was a cancer. If his shadow is back, we cut it out. For the Kartel. For Oliver." The presence of theOGs brought a visceral, seasoned energy to the room. These weren't just soldiers; they were the pillars of Metro City's underworld. The mobilization of the Krauser Kartel Veteran Council was a sight to behold. These were men and women who had seen the rise and fall of empires. They were scarred, cynical, and traditionally wary of the "Next Gen’s" reliance on technology. But when Gordan Chen and Jax Hill walked into the council chamber at the heart of the Red District, flanked by Nikolai and the other OGs, the room went silent.

"Hyenas! Six o'clock!" Jack leaned out the broken window. Through the driving, neon-lit rain, he saw them. The Hyena Gang. They were thrill-kill mercenaries, addicted to cybernetic implants and combat stimulants. They rode modified gravity-bikes that screamed like banshees, their riders clad in spiked leather and holographic skull masks. They were laughing, whooping, firing micro-missiles and automatic weapons into the air. To them, this wasn't a job. It was a party. And Jack was the piñata.

I moved automatically, muscle memory taking over where I thought lagged. The med kit lived under the island now. I set the bottle in her outstretched hand. “Who?” I asked Dante. “Did you see anything?” “Two guys in nondescript black, two in suits that screamed ‘corporate security with delusions of competence,’” he said. “No insignia. No badges. There is no sense of humor.” “License plates?” Niko said from the doorway, already pulling his phone out.

Satisfied, they could finally move to the hot topic and jump on the bomb Zen slipped earlier. “So, who is going to be our new and final party member?” Sasha gushed and leaned closer in anticipation. She hoped it would be another female so that she need not room together with two absolutely scary powerhouses. Zen grinned and showed them a picture. “This is the person you shot but did not manage to kill during the event. It took me a long time to go through every clip to find him. The name is Damian Gorski, but I believe most people know him as Cyborg.”

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”.

He figured that he’d get to know everyone eventually, but a few stood out. The guy who he’d spoken to first – the guy with the silver eyes and the rough voice – was Keegan. A man with long blond hair and a badly-scarred face was Zack. A guy bristling with anger so big that Nick could almost see it was Dalton. Beyond these three, though, nobody else stuck. Everyone sat, most of the guys cradling cups of coffee on their knees. Nick glanced around, trying to figure out why each man was there, what they were missing. His eyes fell on some prosthetic arms and hands, and he found himself wondering if Luke wore one at all.