Geeky Goth Novels & Stories

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

“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.

But to the female contingent of geeks it was his main appeal. Keith the Surfin' Geek looked like the most interesting geek. In his forties, he was a surfer from way back, one of those guys who would plan a long weekend at the beach with a girl, a board and a woodie (it is a type of vehicle). If the surf gods did not send the narly waves, they would "pray for surf while makin' out in" the woodie.

"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.'

His rock-hard abs were on display, along with his cocky grin. "If you'll follow me?" he offered before walking deeper into the house. The room almost grew darker with the other guests. Their dark makeup and deep-toned outfits made it seem like a gothic den. This was strange. The wait staff and the rest were dressed in vintage gothic clothes. "I hate bright things. I'm always out traveling for work," Zeus started, "Sometimes, I'm always in the sun. It's nice to retreat somewhere." "I understand," I replied, "I'm pale as ever. I can barely be in the sun without burning."

"Mmm... A few times, yeah." "What's he like?" I shrug in the darkness. "Hard to say." "Hard to say because he doesn't reveal much?" I keep my mouth shut. "That's what I've heard. So is he the awkward King of geek or the creepy kind?" I wasn't aware of the various categories of geek. I don't consider myself a geek, but then, as a shifter, I don't consider myself in any human category. "I'm guessing the creepy king." She goes on. "Because no one that hot should be so anti-social. I mean, he must have some serious flaws. According to rumor, the man never dates.

Asher- Joshua drove us to Georgie's and when we arrived, the place was already swarming with vampires and their feedbags. Most of the vampires who could afford a human slave had a warm body clinging onto their arms. We exited the car, and as soon as we began approaching the doors, the smell hit me, and the nausea shot a ball of bile up my throat. The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness.

A WEREWOLF? Kehlani looked around the pub absent mindedly. She thought of the silly name she would give her new fantasy fiction, Growl? That was too grotesque for a name. Maybe not grotesque but quite not the usual. Kehlani had a weird liking for gothic fantasies. She was the kind of girl who didn't really fancy the pink pattern of most girls. She most times always went the opposite direction instead.

Lisa seemed oblivious anyway and droned on. “All good. I’ve just seen online that DJ Ghost’s gonna be playing a set at Howlers this weekend. How about you, I, and Benny go check it out?” Georgia groaned. “You know I hate that place. Just a bunch of sweaty drunk guys trying to rub against us.” “Aw, c’mon George. You never wanna do anything fun with us. DJ Ghost’s awesome man. He does these deep house mixes that I’m so into right now. He’s got like a million followers on I***a already. I really wanna see him live.”