Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?

Tom caught a glimpse of Adrian as he passed in the hall, smiling under a waterfall of dark hair. He still couldn't believe that this guy was his hero. Deep down he'd known King Cold wasn't a girl. He didn't speak in a feminine manner or act like a girl. Pretending he thought the streamer was a girl was a ploy to stop his mates from calling him gay. 'As if they don't hero-worship big sweaty men on the football field,' Tom thought.

I shrugged. “Tom is a big and popular boy in school, and he is known for his high expectations of girls. He is a playboy and he goes around with sexy and good looking girls. Why do you think he has no interest in you, because of your fucking nerdy personality.” Kora hissed. At the mention of Tom having interest in sexy and good looking females, I immediately started loving my new look. That is how in love I am with Tom. Kora took me to the hair session of the multipurpose mall, and the stylist styled my long black hair into a beautiful ponytail.

"Maybe she has learnt her lesson that it's not good for a woman to behave like a man." Grace nodded, "you are right. Maybe this will make her understand that it's not good to be a tomboy, be it whatever reason she has. But her own case is different, we both know she is not a tomboy and the outside world don't even see her like that." "Yes, they see her as a man because no one knows she is a woman." Grace shook her head with a sigh, "Malcolm will kill me if he finds out." Evelyn chuckled, "you are his beloved sister, he will understand."

Tom’s eyes snapped open, instantly searching as his wolf perked up. ‘Mate!’ Tom dropped his cigarette in shock. Any thoughts of Alicia vanished. He stomped on the bud and followed the scent. There, around the corner, a girl sat on a bench, looking bored and on her phone. ‘Mate!’ His wolf howled again. Alright, calm down. Tom assessed the girl, noting at the same time as his wolf that she didn’t have a wolf. F*ck, was she like Alicia, a late bloomer? His gaze snapped to the older man approaching her.

If she was lucky, she’d find her way to the road they’d been on and come out beyond the point where the ambush took place. As she led the stallion down the hill, she was amazed at how steep it was. She’d been in such a panic, her only thought was to escape. She’d given no consideration to the terrain she’d forced the horse to cover. It was fortunate he hadn’t fallen or worse. Regret and compassion filled her for the burden she’d placed on her mount. She decided to stay walking for as long as possible. Once again, she was grateful for her tomgirl ways. Had she stayed in the parlor doing the things her mother considered ladylike, she would not have been able to withstand walking over suc

River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

"This is my brother, Tommy." Lena thought the person behind him was Curtis. Unexpectedly, it was a stranger. She looked at Tommy, her smile fading instantly. Tommy, on the other hand, smiled gently and extended his hand toward her in a friendly manner. "Hello, Lena." It turned out she was very young. She was about the same height as Margot. Although she grew up in the mountains and wasn't as fair and beautiful as Margot, she had her own straightforwardness and innocence. She dressed like a tomboy, without flowing black hair or heavy makeup, but that couldn't hide her delicate features and lively charm.

on repeat. At the end of a row, one of the girls didn’t flinch. She didn’t do anything, just sat there with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. I squatted to try to get a look at her face. She seemed younger than some of the others, like maybe late teens rather than early twenties, and something about her scratched an itch in the back of my mind. “My name’s Tommaso,” I said as I unlocked her cage. “What’s yours?”

He knew well that Tom’s row was filled with trauma cases, and since Tom was such a coward, Bob couldn't resist playing with him further. "Don't be a baby, Tom! Just check the neck. Don't let the state of the rest of him distract you!" Bob teased. Tom took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, and attempted to continue with what little courage he had left. "Excuse me, Mr. Corpse. I just need to check your neck. Please don't haunt me; I’m a good guy!" he whispered. Hearing this, Bob wanted to laugh even harder. Ironically, Tom was the fiercest of their generation; he possessed a much stronger build and a far more intimidating face than Bob. But when it came to ghosts, he was the biggest coward