Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

Oh lord I see you cuz lol As we were all getting to know each other, the doors to the gym slammed open and in walked three guys, two of them I knew the third not so much. "Oh great here comes Fuckboy" I said in disgust. Everyone looked over " Oh you mean the brothers? Yeah they basically run shit here." Courtney said as they continued to walk further in to the gym towards us. The twins walked over to them and bro hugged each of them saying hello. I didn't notice Wren had walked with them til I heard him laughing at something they said. My eyes darted towards Grey Eyes then Fuckboy and finally to the unknown guy. He was sexy as fuck with his tattoos, beard and man bun going on. Like wow I did

“You want to know our names, right? You’ll be moaning them as we fuck you—all at once this time.” “I’m Gunnar.” He nodded to the others. “That’s Caden,” he said, pointing to the lean one, “and this is Cane, I guess you already know” I blinked, trying to take it all in. Those names... I’d heard them before. Gunnar’s eyes sparkled. “You know the CCG brothers, don’t you?” My breath caught. “Wait... you’re not the infamous CCG Alphas of Crescent Hollow, right?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t true. Hoping it wasn't what I was thinking.

"Thinking back, I do remember seeing some huge guys coming over to see Joel last week. I thought you guys was them coming to check up on him." Charlie leaned closer to Tommie. "Do you recognise them? Was there anything peculiar about them?" "I always stay indoors and mind my own business but I don't recognise them from our park. They were smoking, had tattoos so I thought they must be his dealers or something. They looked like they were part of a dangerous gang." "Did they say anything?" Jake asked. "They didn't say anything to me but I heard them cursing him out. They looked like they were searching for something too."

The school courtyard buzzed with activity as Damien sat with his group of friends at their usual hangout spot near the basketball court. His closest friends included Jake, the charming prankster; Ryan, the athletic captain of the soccer team; Lucas, the tech genius with a quiet but intense aura; and Caleb, the smooth-talking ladies’ man. Together, they were known as the “Elite Five” — admired, envied, and practically untouchable. Jake playfully tossed a basketball between his hands. **“So, who’s ready for the game after class? We’re totally crushing them.”**

"I will no' cringe behind my female and take off her tae guard me." "It doesn't see like you've got much of a choice, enormous fellow." She may see them all presently: Six guys, all littler than Brock, but no less deadly. They were dressed in human dress, pants or other casual pants, boots and long- sleeved, fitted tees. But their indented eyes, lean, skittish bodies, and shaved, inked heads finished the likeness there. They looked like they all endured from a serious case of meth compulsion and hadn’t had their settle in a long time. Which, she gathered, was kinda true.

The steel sang as she drew it. "He's going to get his white suit dirty," Cyra muttered, adjusting her grip on the hilt. "I just had it dry-cleaned." Modern Cyprian looked at his variants. "Gentlemen," Modern Cyprian said. He looked at Cyra. "And Lady." "We are the Cleanup Crew," Modern Cyprian declared. "Our wives—and husband—have started a war without us." "Rude," Fantasy Cyprian grunted. "Dangerous," Cyberpunk Cyprian added.

They pick up a bunch of stuff and sneak some of it inside their bag. I scoffs and looked at the CCTV cameras if it got them red-handed but it didn't. I guess these punks do this a lot since they know the camera's blindspots. I shouldn't get involved and let them be. But then again, I'm Kou and meddling with things that are wrong is my nature. That's how I get into troubles anyway. I called the group of guys out, "Hey punks, you should put that back before I call the police." They remove their caps and I recognize them. They're... the guys that Megumi encountered in the webtoon cafe...meaning, they're the guys who hit Megumi in her previous school. Ah, talk about a good day.

Damp air filled with a faint buzz of soldering irons and old fan motors. Ethan climbed the stairs instead of using the rickety lift. Unit #17’s door was slightly ajar. Inside, loud techno music blared behind stacked monitors and LED-lit rigs. The room smelled like instant noodles, sweat, and heat from overworked CPUs. A shirtless guy with sharp cheekbones, wild black hair, and cyberpunk tattoos sat at the center of it all—surrounded by five screens showing what looked like live security feeds of a nearby casino. Ethan knocked once on the metal door.

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