Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

"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."

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

He wondered if he'd feel the same way if he'd known about her from the beginning. It had been impossible not to notice the girl had a prominently distracting pair of tits, but seeing them in the flesh was making Tom's head spin. They were so firm and round, and with her nipples being so hard and perky he'd barely been able to tear his eyes off them, except to stare at the bald, pouting pussy mound between her thighs.

she gestured in the general vicinity of his manhood, “but I guess not everyone can be well-endowed.” Marcus sputtered a laugh as Tom’s face turned red. “Hey, I was complimenting you, bitch.” “That was a compliment?” Beth asked, nonchalantly pulling her straw into her mouth in the overly innocent way she’d watched the popular girls lure guys in so many times before, not that she was flirting with Tom, but she may as well practice. It worked as his mouth dropped open, and a bit of drool formed in the corner. Releasing the straw, she continued, “Maybe that works with the trashy girls you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m looking for a man, Tom. Not a little boy.” She shifted her head in the dir

It was a wonderful event, and as werewolves, we only celebrated the big things such as finding our mate, joining a pack, and the recognition of a Luna or Alpha taking their position. I stepped out of the bathroom to see Greta was already dressed, and Tom was in a black button-up with his sleeves rolled up. He had a red Tie to match Greta's dress, and he was wearing black dress pants and shoes to match. Both their eyes widened as they looked at me. "Damn, I knew I was good but, I definitely outdid myself today," Greta shouted with excitement. "You look great, Athena." Tom chimed My cheeks flushed a light shade of red as I smiled like an idiot at them. "Thanks, guys, definitely out of my comfo

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

the damsel whispered. ``Looks a little sweet to me,'' Tom thought. He's a thirteen years old boy and oddly enough or rather early enough, he wakes up with a tent pole these days and it gets scary at times. " Well, I think he's inside. I don't know if he Uhm but did you tell him you were coming? " "No-uhm-no sir, just-" she lost her voice. "Bad enough." The young lady looks up. "No, no problem, let me bring you to him. "