Geeky Goth Novels & Stories

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.”

“We’re going to get a badass drummer, and Killian Lee already said he’d be in the band.” Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.” “Who?” I asked. Derek clicked the spacebar on his computer and stopped the playback. “Okay, check this out,” he said. “So this past winter, this English band came through Athens – Gobsmacked. It’s some weird British slang or something. Nobody had ever heard of them, but they played at the Georgia Theater on a Tuesday when it was dead. They were pretty good, but the guitarist was incredible. I mean, fucking astounding. He was this little guy with long, black hair, kind of puffy and messed up, and he just let it hang loose down his back. He was older than th

She squeezed the small, hard rectangular plastic in her hand. "Why did I even woke so early?" She asked herself, crossing her room to her closet where she took out a pair of tight ripped black jeans and a black long sleeve blouse that hung off her body. After that, she brushed her unevenly chopped black hair, looked in the mirror at her tired green wide-set eyes, then lined her them with two layers of black eyeliner. She was a self-proclaimed goth, and wasn’t afraid to show it, no matter how much her peers called her freaks.

After examining Katrina, the healer frowned and questioned, "As her parents, don't you know she's allergic to raw meat proteins? If you had come a little later, she wouldn't have made it! Remember to keep her away from raw meat. "When she's older and her wolf comes in, her immunity will improve. She'll stop having allergies by then." Frowning, Ethan shot Zoe a disapproving look. "What's that look supposed to mean?" She bristled. "Are you blaming me? How was I supposed to know she's allergic to raw meat? You never told me that, and you have the nerve to blame me—a mere outsider!" Ethan froze. He'd always been aware of Zoe's bad temper, but she usually tried to hide it in front of him. It was

Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental. I roll onto my stomach, pushing aside a graveyard of snack wrappers. “Pixel, please. If I get arrested, it's because I cracked a dead whale wallet and forgot to clear my browser history. Not because the FBI found me eating cereal shirtless at 2 a.m.” “You’re disgusting.” “I prefer the term ‘vintage hacker chic.’” “You’re a nerd in sweats with a death wish.” “Sexy death wish,” I correct. My headset crackles as someone new joins the chat. “Is the sexy death wish playing tonight or what?”

I can't stand those clingy simps! Wracked with agony, I felt utterly forsaken, with no one left to turn to. Suddenly, a group of people rushed in. The leader slammed Celine to the ground and roared, "Even if you destroyed the footage, I can prove Isaac didn't stab your mother!"

Kachi said. And they drove off toward whatever the hell waited ahead. * * * The sun had barely cracked through the clouds, casting a golden shimmer over the cracked highways as Gozie drove. The silence in the car was heavy but not uncomfortable. Everyone was thinking the same thing, this might be the day they find Nicholas. “I swear,” Kachi said suddenly, head leaning against the window, “if Nicholas turns out to be one of those underground DJs who faked his death to promote a mixtape, I’m swinging.”

I ran my hand through it, sighing in bliss at the feel as I tied it up. With my hair up in a bun, I got ready for the day. I left the room, not bothering to use a concealer to hide the dark marks around my eyes. I looked undoubtedly like a hardcore goth lover, still dreaming of getting whisked away by a vampire. Thinking of the dark creatures reminded me of a girl back in our middle school who was obsessed with vampires.

"Like what?" "The rockstar look; with the black leather pants, the dark make-up, and all of that." October made a face to show her distaste. Alistair laughed. "Most vampires do that, that's where humans got the goth look from." October thought that it made sense.

Gabe gushed about my new outfit and demanded another picture of my stilettos. After I sent him one, I grabbed my go-to black Trench Coat that buttoned at my rib and fell to the floor, even with my heels. The last thing I wanted was to be seen walking around the apartments in my night clothes. At our last apartments, I was confused as “a lady of the night”. I’ve had enough experiences with creeps to know they’re everywhere. Unlike at Ocean Side, there’s no security or bouncers here. Unlike some werewolves, Gabe and I try to be discreet about what we are. So unless they try to hurt us, I’m not fighting anyone.