Black Tomboy Novels & Stories

She ran her eyes from the top of Tom's curly hair down his long, lean body to the tips of his scuffed, black shoes. Was her brother really so attractive? Hailey tried to look beyond her past experience and see Tommy, her brother, as Tom, the stranger sitting next to her. Sure, Tommy was a dork with few friends and fewer social skills. But Tom was tall and - she could see it in a way - handsome. He had deep green eyes and the beginnings of a beard on a wide, square jaw. Tommy was a klutz, but Tom's body seemed lean and almost toned. When had he had time to do that? Or was this just the natural transition of teenager-to-adult kicking in, burning away the baby fat?

“You know why I don’t want you here, huh? What do you think you know?” A frown of incredulity wrinkled her brow. “I know what men have been saying about me since puberty hit. I rarely wear makeup and I don’t own a dress. I hate lace and I think fatigue pants are a great fashion do, despite what magazines say. I never mastered the fine arts of giggling and eyelash batting. I like fishing, loathe cooking, and can drink a six-pack of beer in under four minutes, if challenged.” She tossed back her head, fighting tears, and her face said that she was annoyed because of it. “I’m a tomboy. And I know for a lot of guys—for you—it’s a turnoff.” Her comment was so wrong, Deke almost couldn’t process i

I whimpered, I asked Saun last week if we can, he said we can but we should not be rough, we should be extra careful. Tom has refused, he thinks it is risky, no matter how much I tried to persuade him, “ no babe, the wind is chilly here, let me help you get dressed” he helped me with my clothes and lead the way back to the castle, it is strange though his boss is not married nor have kids but the castle has lots of pink, maybe he’s gay or just like the color.

Having this huge weird creature standing in front of me with his perfect smile, expensive clothes and warm hands absolutely made my tummy do things it never had before. Boys never paid attention to me, never. Okay so I had been carrying some baby weight for about 14 years longer than I should have, and she-wolves are always fit. I was also shy as could be, I was raised by my dad and he didn’t exactly know how to teach me to be girly. I was a non-athletic tomboy basically. My hair was always a mess, I didn’t know what to do with make-up. I didn’t dress up and I was the definition of a klutz. I convinced myself a spinster cat lady was probably going to be my path.

He was about to do it right in front of the visitor. Since they were sent by Amelia, of course none of them were easy to deal with. Who would spoil a scumbag? The boy in black just yanked the guy over, grabbed his wrist, and said, "You talk too much." Tomas was just a bully who picked on the weak and feared the strong. He was in so much pain that his face turned pale and he dropped to his knees.

I was wearing a sheer lavender bra with some lace and matching panties that were less than briefs but more than a thong. "Wow, Jody, That looks really hot. I love that Tanga, it fits your ass better than mine. You should definitely get that set," she said without taking her eyes off my body. I blushed and said, "Do you think so, Bridget? Is it not too feminine for me? You know I'm a bit tomboyish." "Uh, isn't that the idea, Jody? Make you look more like a woman than a little tomboy?"

How could they even bring the girls here? "Over here." Came a muffled reply. I glanced to the right and ran to the door, opening it. I froze. Janice, Brittany and Alicia all three with big bamboo sticks hitting the guys like it was their everyday job. Brittany was literally playing dandiya (Indian event) with some guy who seemed to be enjoying himself too as he grinned at her. Janice was on top of a guys back while she hit another guy with the stick and Alicia was running behind two guys waving her hands around.

Because her sole purpose in life is to make me miserable. I felt irritated with the whole situation but I managed to mutter, "hi." I swallowed the anger and disappointment I felt from what Tammy did. No body asked us if it was okay to join us they just sat. "Are you guys a thing now?" Dolly asked immediately she sat, pointing at me and Jamie. I learnt last week that her real name was actually not Dolly, it was Deandra but who cares, Dolly was such a perfect fit. We named her Dolly together, I, Jamie and Tammy and it stuck. She always looked like a doll. A well put together one, with the perfect makeup and perfect outfits but no mind of her own.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear a deep, throaty voice, so I look up to face him. A six-foot-five muscular figure graces my eyes, and a small smile spread across my lips. My wait is finally over. He has tanned skin, and his shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a gloomy face. Along with his tattoo sleeves, there is a big, ugly scar spread from his forehead to just below the eyebrow, completing his typical bad boy look. This is the face of Daniel Ortega, the biggest, baddest kid in Skyland High. Or at least misunderstood as one.