Ken Block Car Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

For a moment, the calculated mask slips, revealing something almost human underneath. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. “Then he's already dead.” The elevator doors open to the garage where a sleek black Bentley waits. Kade stands at attention beside it, his scarred face impassive. As Vex guides you toward the car, his lips brush against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Play your part and this will all be over.” I step back creating distance from my face. I look at him and nod in agreement. Then I slide into the Bentley.

Amy’s eyes widened when she saw the albino woman steering her sports car with one hand while aiming a grenade launcher at the Camaro with the other. “Damn,” Bryan uttered after watching Jenatrix stand up in her driver seat with the grenade launcher sitting on her shoulder. Bryan found out that the albino woman’s sports car had a self-driving autopilot feature. He tried to hide from panicking when he saw Jenatrix’s grenade launcher. Bryan was glad that the Camaro had bulletproof body paneling, but he knew for sure the muscle car wasn’t grenade-proof.

I texted, chuckling silently His reply came out instantly. “You like corny things weirdo.” I let out a soft laugh. I actually needed that, it’s really been a long day. I saw a driver holding a large sign with my name written on it. I waved and walked towards his direction, he drove in style. A black Lamborghini Urus that looked like it could pay my rent at Greenville for five years, it was indeed stylish. I mean Kenz said something about his aunt and uncle being rich but damn, he didn’t elaborate. We exchanged greetings and I entered the vehicle. The ride home was smooth and calm, I rested my head against the window and watched the city blur past. But the only thing replaying in my head was

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

~AIDEN~ I pressed the key fob to mine and Kieran’s garage that was segregated away from the packhouse and waited impatiently for the large grey metal doors to open. Our ‘boys toys’ came into view, cars, bikes, quads, clothing, tools and even a boat… that had only been used twice, but it was still a much-needed item… according to Kieran. With the gap now large enough, I drove into the garage and parked in my usual Mercedes spot. Pressing the key fob again, the metal doors began to close behind me. Thank fuck for that, I didn’t want anyone seeing what I was driving. These cars should be illegal for anyone over 4 foot 2. At 6 foot 5, I didn’t even know how the hell I drove home in it or how the

Finally, I accept defeat, slipping on my backpack as I march outside. What I saw next had me screeching a halt on the doorstep. A sleek black Bugatti Veyron sat in my run-down driveway. I gaped at the thing as Kaden came up beside me. His gaze moves from mine to the car and back again worriedly. "What's wrong?" "That's what's wrong." I pointed to the car. "What?" "Whose kidney did you sell to get that? And when can I give them mine?" I say in admiration.

Ken, the joker of the group, exclaimed, playfully teasing as he pretended to lean in for a taste of the car's wheels. Clara chuckled. "Stop that, Ken!" "The wheels are impressive, but take a look at the engine. The Venza comes with a choice of a 2.7-liter four-cylinder or a 3.5L V6, paired with a six-speed automatic Super ECT transmission with sequential shift mode. It's insane, really. More speed and more control," Caleb chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he marveled at the car's powerful specifications.

I SILENTLY TOOK a glance once again at Ken, his hands on the steering wheel, swiftly manuevering it and quietly driving. Looking from his side profile, I could really tell that there's no doubt that he was a younger version of his brother. It's just that, Keandrick is just more mature and always have this dark aura with him that will make people think that he carries half of the world's biggest problems, he also look intimidating that would made everyone afraid of him and the serious one, and Ken on the other side is always that friendly version, always have this positive vibes with him and smiles at towards almost everyone.

Squeeze began, world narrowing to that nailbed inferno— The door exploded inward, metal screeching off hinges like a dying beast. Kenji burst through, katana drawn in a silver arc, porcelain face carved obsidian rage, bespoke suit traded for black tactical gear clinging lethal lines. Security fanned behind—four shadows in kevlar, suppressed pistols sweeping shadows. His obsidian eyes locked mine instantly, dragon tattoo flashing at his throat as the blade whirled.

Kenneth turned around and looked at me as if seeking validation. " You're this close to me sacking you," I said joining my thumb and index finger together and he widened his eyes in surprise. " But sir there's literally no space between both your fingers!" He panicked and I smirked. " Yes, there is, it's just as tiny as a thread that you can't see through those bottle-thick glasses of yours," I said and he gulped, started the car, and drove. In a few minutes, we arrived home and as Kenneth packed the car, I noticed a black Klade - Inferno one of my most recent models of our company car, and wondered who drove that here.