Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Even from the ground, he caught a glimpse of the newcomer—a girl about his age. With a punk haircut, fishnet stockings, and heavily smudged makeup, she looked bizarrely out of place. She swaggered over, sucking on a lollipop, kicking a nearby trash can indignantly, and scowling at the thugs. "What are you doing? Let him go!" The thugs chuckled mockingly and then charged at the girl. Just when he thought the girl would suffer because of him, she skillfully kicked the foremost thug, swiftly dealing with the others. Then, she approached him, casual with her lollipop.

In the Hulce family, the cries of a young girl filled the air. "Auntie, look at Tom; he doesn't want to help me. Right now, he only cares about Demi Moore and doesn't pay attention to me anymore. Tom is cold-hearted and indifferent, so unfair, unfair." Mei Grayson hugged Mrs Hulce and cried loudly, although no one knew whether she was genuinely calling or pretending.

Aya replied and walked past them as she gestured to them to follow her. "Hey! That's so mean. I'm going to post this on my F******k and I'm about to complain about how thirteenth-century witches are so biased and racist." Tommy pouted and murmured as she followed them. "Good for you Tom. Sweet little doggy. No bread for you!" "D, you aren't making me feel better." "That's the point! Dickhead." "Why was everyone so mean to me?" Tommy complained.

"You lost your precious baby because you're weak and useless. Maybe it was better off dead than having a mother like you." "We don't care if you're acquainted with Dominic," Mika continued her attack. "He won't be able to do anything to us. Our families have power too. You're just his current toy - he'll throw you away like garbage when he gets bored." I felt a chill run down my spine at their threatening tone, but before I could respond, something incredible happened. From absolutely nowhere, both girls got hit by what looked like some kind of powerful force that sent them rolling across the ground like ragdolls.

She purred. "I'll do my best, Mrs. A." Tommy was easily the most athletic of the group. Standing 6' 2", around 200 lbs, he was the wide receiver on the football team and starting pitcher for the baseball team. When his strong, young hands first touched her body she struggled not to moan. His hands roamed her body, lubing her up from ass crack to neck. His hands went to her sides and worked their way up. When his hands reached her side boob he paused...did his hands just close slightly?! His hands moved back down her sides.

She sat down and got comfortable again. "Well, like I was saying, I was talking about Patron Demons, there's a female demon called Goth, she's been called many names but that's the one that's popular now, I want you to try to conjure her," Sophie said excitedly. "I don't know how to do that," Thomas said with a surprised expression. "I can teach you. She'll fuck the shit out of you, if she likes you," she smiled her evil smile. "What if she doesn't like me?" he asked casually.

She had invited me to her place and she showed me the games she played and from then on we have been best friends ever since. We’ve been known as the gaming duo by our families. However, this is literally the only thing we both have in common. Ginger is a well mannered girl while I’m the complete opposite. I’m not even sure if how I act is supposed to be done by a girl. Ginger sometimes tells me I am a tomboy, a really lazy one, which I got to admit is a little true. Ginger even likes shopping, while I don’t. I hate shopping, carrying loads of bags and walking around is not my cup of tea. I prefer sitting at home playing a game or watching a movie while eating my favorite snack instead of wa

"That is very thoughtful of you, most Alphas don't consider these things that much" "Well i am not like most Alphas" "That much i have noticed" She said in whisper, so softly that i barely heard it. "Did you say something?" I said to tease her. "Umm.... nothing" she said while a light blush came on her cheeks. As we walked a bit further we came across some pack kids playing football or soccer, whatever you guys call it. A ball came rolling towards us as I stopped it with my foot. Right after it came Tom ran to get it. Tom is a cute 8 years old kid with ash blond hair and dark blue eyes, he is the son of one of the Omegas in the pack.