Geeky Goth Novels & Stories

"But you're not my type." "Yes, I am," Alex smiled at him. His stance oozed confidence. The typical Valor mindset. Geo had learned that well from school. Many students from Valor were overly confident about the dumbest things. "No, you aren't," Geo slitted his eyes. "I'm not going to be as toxic as that ex of yours." "I'm not interested." "I can't fake cry, so that's a plus." "I'm still not interested." "I'm good in bed. I think that gives me an A."

Kayla disappeared for a few blissful moments, returning with an ominous looking flask. “Drink. I had to show my bra straps to a computer geek to get you this so you had better be grateful.” I took a sip of the liquid heaven and immediately felt more like myself. Hello, my name is Callista Georgiou and I am a coffee addict. “I’m not dating Ricky, we’re just going to the dance together.” I informed her brusquely. She replied by looking at me as if I had suddenly grown another head which was identical to Prince Charles’ new wife – the one who looks like a horse... Camilla something-or-another.

The boy bands also composed aggressive music and wrote lyrics in the dead language of Split Tongue, which was the spurned legacy of Salamanders and consisted mostly of hisses and growls. GYM-NINS = addicts to the pain of physical exercise and spent almost all their waking hours in health clubs; the most radical would drink highly-experimental potions to double or even triple their body mass | “Where did you belong?” Aki asked. “Oh, I was sort of a lone wolf.” Aki just kept staring at him. “An Undine more than any other Slayer should know that wolves are pack animals.”

I whispered the event to her in detail. " He said I would work twice as much. How the heck would I do that? I could not even stand the ugly guy. His name is Gothy. His breath stinks and his touch feels horrible on my skin. I felt like thorns were pricking me whenever he touched me. The bastard even tried to kiss me. Oh! I just can't recall that terrible experience. That was what triggered me to throw up."

“There’s a letter here from Elizabeth Giordano.” “She’s my … mother. Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose our parents.” Shiloh replied as she finished stocking the baby section. Several of her friends had babies and complained about the pastel baby crap, their words, not hers. When she came across a small business that specialized in goth baby items she reached out. Along with black onesies that declared “Not smiling, it’s just gas.” there were also bottles with the poison label and Deadly Nightshade. Spider and skull rattles and teethers.

Justin snorted. Geoffrey was dismissive of the threat, holding his palms up with a proud smile exposing his fanged teeth. “Relax, Lycan. Trust me, you’ll want this too.” “What do you want?” I groaned, worried of his reply. “I want a little tase of your blood, wolf girl,” Geoffrey beamed, “blood from a female wolf is so exquisite, so amazing, that it will send me into a deliciously amazing state of consciousness.” My back hit the wall, shivering from head to toe. “You want to bite me?”

He was wearing all white, with a polo shirt and white cargo pants and white desert boot yeezy sneakers, our outfits complemented each other quite well. He ordered the uber once I had finished my makeup whilst I was pre-drinking. "You look good and smell good babe", he complimented me as we were walking out the building. "Thank you", I responded getting into the uber and connecting the aux. "SpongeBob pet Gary, I'm a slimy mother fucker, Lookin' for a fairly odd mother like my name Crocker, green goblin not the grinch, stealin' out the stockings, how to dance , the chick from grease the pots stole made from crocker, oh the teeny bop pull up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh) strong like a

It’s a pick-up joint for every form of sexual silliness for straights, gays and lesbians, BDSM and many other slurps or squelches I’ve not even heard of. ‘So, you have been there.’ She laughed. ‘A bit of what you like does you good. Why does your friend want to meet me?’ ‘Guess! You dimwithy. It is called Oscillations?’ ‘Gottcha! See you there at ten-thirty.’ I closed the phone. Mave nodded her appreciation. ‘Nicely done.’ She and Cath disappeared to put on their salacious attire. I was amazed when they came back, entirely in black. ‘Are we going to a Goth club or a funeral?’

He grasped it and mumbled to himself about how the absence of his toy had made him become limp. He swore that if she wasn't found by the time he came back from destroying Black Moon, he would do something drastic to his men: Lorenzo and Batista. He walked out of the room and rode the elevator down to the floor where their room was situated. He was about to knock on their suite door when he picked up an excited scream from Batista with his wolf hearing. "Lorenzo! come! Come and see this!" He heard him shout breathlessly. Vishal was also curious to know what had made them excited so he knocked hard on the door. Lorenzo opened the door and admitted a fully dressed Vishal into the room.