Geeky Goth Novels & Stories

I got hard just thinking about her, or I would have if my cock hadn't been hard already. "You'd be surprised how many men like that sort of thing," Shelly told me, being quite serious about it. "Professional men, too. I'm not talking about wanna-be Goths or convention geeks, they're just annoying." "You don't like the Goth thing?" "Nope!" She giggled at the look on my face. "I'm serious, Bobby. That's why I like you so much, you need some convincing." "I do?" I laughed, nervously.

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?"

said Keegs jokingly as we passed Ray's Stuffed Peppers smashed on the floor still steaming. We hurried towards the bathroom. I stretched out my baton and moved Goth-boy back away from Ray as Keegan pushed by the four of them into the bathroom. Goth-boy I had never seen before. He stood almost five foot ten, blonde hair, broad, yet strung out, and worn. The girl, however, was my favorite, Lasses Kool-Aid. Both were dressed in black and both seemed run-ragged. Lasses was different, though. Maybe it's because I finally knew who she was and what she was up to. There was something alluring, magnetic about her I had never sensed before. It was... pure lust. Her hair fell far from her shoulders alm

Myself the goth today wearing a high-waisted denim skirt with a black t-shirt that has skulls and roses on it, my hair is curled but is put half up with two plates on either side of my head joining at the back, with natural makeup and glossy lips. We are all ready and head out the front door with her mum yelling have fun kids do whatever you want but if they say no don’t force drugs, alcohol, or sex on them. I nearly choked when I heard her say all of this, wow if dad only knew what this woman was really like he would flip! “So how are we getting to this place?” I asked. “I am picking you sexy girls up,” Sam said.

"Have you been alone all this time?" "Alone? No. Lonely? Perhaps," Paris answered, his low deep voice was soothing, enchanting. It rumbled like a thunderstorm rocking a boat on the sea but not in a way that was dangerous. Just... Powerful, and magnificent all the same. "Sometimes, when I get bored, I go to a club and get a girl to suck me off, or I just watch people have sex, but asides that. Nothing." Voyeurism. He still did that.

Blood was trickling down their white skin. I closed my laptop. I didn't want to see stupid gothic stuff, what was the point of that. I'd seen a few weird gothic-looking kids at school but I didn't think they were into cutting their arms up. Sure they listened to depressing music and wore black all the time, but that was probably as far as they went. Janey crept back into my ear again. She kept whispering, 'You can change, you can change.'