Black Tomboy Novels & Stories

Zara Blackwood, the girl who used to avoid attention like the plague. A laugh bubbled out of me—shaky, startled, but real. It echoed strangely in the small room. Never, not once in my entire life, did I ever believe I was anything more than a wolf who wasn’t good enough. A wolf who had to fight just to keep up. Now? I’d nearly burned my own room down because scales and fire lived insideme. I laughed again, pressing both hands over my face, but the sound refused to stop. It wasn’t bitter or scary. It was something wild, something alive.

The girls all responded with a hoot, as if Aaron’s statement wasn't disrespectful. They probably didn't care though. Aaron was the school’s walking personification of sin. A playboy, a rebel, a man who changed girls like he changed his leather jackets. “Too bad everyone always love the jerks,” I hissed under my breath, my grip tightening on my bag. I gritted my teeth, hating the fact that I slightly fell into the category of people who loved jerks. Because in my head, I’d stolen Aaron’s body and slapped Damian’s face and behaviour on it for my stories. I needed the rawness Aaron had, but I wanted the soul I thought Damian possessed.

I was frozen in shock. My girlfriend, the woman I loved, had the mark of the most feared Russian Bratva tattooed on her wrist. I could only watch in horror as my friends laid into her, and I did nothing. It was even more horrific when she defended herself, her justifiable anger spitting out over their heads. I could feel their shame as her truth hit them square in the face. A five-year-old child, held down and tattooed against her will, she must have been in so much pain, and then physically abused by men who should have known better, only to be betrayed by the one man she should have been able to trust. My poor, poor beauty had been through so much, and I just sat there and let her deal w

The tents, we're instructed are in a shed tucked away at a far corner of the wide land that looked very well cared for and for a brief moment, I imagine that this isn't the first time Mr Adam's has let the school borrow this property for this purpose. Everyone easily settles into doing their own dirty work with setting up their own tents. I watch Lizzy stare angrily at the tangled mess in front of her without help, because out here she's really nobody's boss and can't just order anyone to do it. At first she outright refused to do her part of the work and a smiling Marina who she'd lucked out with as a tent mate just sat enjoying the tantrum. "We'll sleep on it like this if you're not helpin

A mini spread skirt is replacing Spiderman underwear and the S logo emblazoned on my chest is in cursive. Letting my hair down, I apply dark makeup around my eyes with a red lipstick that can be spotted from a mile radius. I ditch my sneakers for a pair of combat boots that elevate my height, giving myself a thumbs up in the mirror. If I do say so myself, I look good, a different version of the Tessa everyone is used to seeing with the smokey eye and bold lips. I look like an actual girl who puts effort into her appearance.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

Whenever she was free, she would practice on her own and also study the script. 'Tomboy Donna' was an action film that portrayed the protagonist as a tomboy who was actually a spy in disguise. The setting of the story was in a high school, Donna blended in as a teenager even though she was actually in her mid-20s. Because of her small stature and innocent face with skills to back it up, she was chosen by the secret organization to investigate, as they suspected a terrorist was present in the school with ulterior motives. Through her journey, gathering information proved really difficult, but when she finally pieced things together, she was shocked to find out it was someone she never thought

Tommy 6’2” 19 Black Hair - medium length Grey eyes 190lbs Muscles (The quiet triplet, oldest triplet) Travis (Trav) 6’3” 19 Dirty blonde hair Bluish green eyes 210 lbs Very muscular Covered in tattoos (The athletic triplet) Samara (Sam or Sami) 5’6” 19 Dirty blonde hair Bright blue eyes 130 lbs Very fit with curves Covered in tattoos (The badass fighting triplet, youngest triplet) Maya 5’6” 19 Grey eyes Straight black hair 125lbs Fit with curves A few tattoos (The innocent one) Frankie 5’10” 19 almost 20 Light brown hair Grey eyes Fit with curves Covered in tattoos (Sami’s friend- the tomboy) Dylan 5’7” 19 Blondish/silver hair Dark brown eyes Fit with curves Covered in tattoos Tattoo artist

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.