Geeky Goth Novels & Stories

Screw that goddamn consent he just had to go for it. “Don’t you fucking dare!” Yenn tried to pull his pants up, glaring and cursing him to death, his eyes flashed a dangerous glint glaring at him intently poking his raging desire. His cuss sound so appealing to him—sound too seductive that its heightening his level of lust more. He grinned and pulled Yenn's jeans forcefully showing his smooth hairless legs. His eyes darkened ‘God I miss this' he fucking miss this! He slid his hand up to his thighs feeling his silk like skin as his prick bulge excitedly in his pants. ‘Fuck’

And they’re surprised that the students are going postal? Apparently, a group of Goth kids was going to commit a campus rampage. It’s always the effing Goth kids. Just once, can’t it be a group of cheerleaders, damn it? The ringleader of this particular group of Goths is a kid named Derek Johnson. A picture of the douche is included. Typical angsty, emo, Goth kid. Eyeliner. Hair dyed black as a raven. Skin paler than Sean Patrick Flannery in Powder. Hot Topic wardrobe with depressingly deep quotes from Edgar Allan Poe. Earrings. Nose rings. Lip rings. Chin rings. Probably rings in places I don’t even want to think about. An overall attitude and appearance that screams, “I am a tragically uni

I smiled and hurried into the store with my best friend. We went to the naughty section first and she picked out a couple naughty outfits for me. We picked out a couple of funny shirts and sweaters and some shirts and tank tops that I really liked the designs of. I snagged a couple of skirts and matching tops and a few dresses that I genuinely loved. Amelia grabbed a couple of new wallets for me and a couple purses that I liked while I picked out two pairs of sunglases I liked. I also picked out three chokers that I liked since I had always actually loved chokers but never really wore them. Deep down I had always identified as a goth girl but had never really been allowed to express myself g

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I didn't see anything wrong with it. "I told you I didn't like that one." I frowned, wondering what got him in such a bad mood. "Whatever, you know I'm just looking out for you." Tyler shrugged, "You look like some goth girl when you wear black." I rolled my eyes at his bad mood, knowing he would cheer up once he had a few drinks in him. Tyler never liked when I wore black, he would always say I looked "goth". I didn't see a problem with looking "goth", some of the clothes they wore were really cute. I'm sure it didn't help that I had straight, raven colored hair.

“Let’s hope they don’t kill us when they realize Master Sinclair isn’t here.” “Or Sed,” Eric added. “How did he get out of this?” Trey asked. “Hell if I know.” There was an ear-shattering cacophony of excited squeals overlaid with roars of masculine approval. The first of their fans hit the table with enough force to send CDs scattering. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the first pair of girls in line screamed in unison. They looked like they spent all their parents’ money at Goth World.

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

Gaia POV. Strutting through the halls of the one of my many nightclubs, the nighclubs I named each after one of the seven deadly sins. The music pumping as it vibrates through my being. My black Louboutin heels click on the polished black floors. My stocking clad legs are on display, a tiny black leather wrap-around skirt and jacket showing my cleavage. My long blonde hair hangs in loose curls down my back. My face is done perfectly with a dark smoky eye making my blue eyes pop and a slutty red lip. Walking closer to my office when the moans of sin grow louder the closer I get to my office.

He says with an apologetic expression. "Why does he look sorry Theo?" Gage asks me worriedly as well. "I have no idea." I say also feeling scared and worried. Ancient Matthew doesn't reply, he only stares at us. "Matthew, what is wrong?" Mother demands sternly. Matthew looks at her and sighs. "Theo's a Rejected." A what?

She whispered; her breath smelled like the vodka they've been drinking. Georgia's face suddenly shifts to confusion. "What?" Sadie giggles. "Anya!" "Anya, who?" "Anya Moore, silly!" Sadie hiccups in a chuckle. Georgia furrows her eyebrows. "But she's…A pop star." "I know~ I fall in love with a celebrity with songs that are not my taste and definitely out of my league, Georgia!" Her arms flail around with the empty bottle in her hand. "Ya know, I lowkey wish she's our classmate right now. Imagine how that would be amazing. Geez, I want her so bad. Did you know she's my super-totally-gay awakening?"