Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

The girl walked closer, she was putting on a very tight and short slitted outfit that was exposing a huge part of her chest making Claudia wonder if she could actually breath in those. her makeup heavy but carefully done. She was undeniably beautiful, but the attitude ruined it. “Listen, new girl,” she said, crossing her arms. “Stay away from Trevor.” Claudia blinked. Again? How many girls is this guy dealing with? “Or you’ll see the bitchy side of me you won’t like,” the girl added coldly. “Bitchy side?” Claudia repeated under her breath, almost amused. She looked the girl( bianca) up and down briefly.

This is the opportunity to feel the softness of my boobs. “Nah, it is fine. I am healed now, and I am also sorry that I cannot hug you. I am sweaty from all the workouts, and you might not appreciate the hug.” “Ohh, that is fine. I am new here; my name is Liv.” I held on to the equipment by my side and arched my hips so they would be properly defined to the side. “Nice name, Liv. My name is Tyler.” “Tyler… a very handsome name for a handsome guy.”

As soon as his voice fell, another man who was wearing a sports singlet on a cold winter day shook his two big arms that were filled with tattoos as he exclaimed excitedly, “Tom Zielinski from Eastcliff in Oskia! You’re amazing! You’re my baby!” Tom was extremely stunned and frightened by this scene, and his legs instantly went limp. He wanted to move back quickly, and he panicked as he thought to himself, ‘This… What the hell is going on here?! Where are all the beautiful girls? Where are the hostesses? How did it end up becoming a bunch of thugs instead?!’

Thomas! “You? How dare you?” My whole body went numb. It felt like ice cold water was dumped on top of me. He was part of Tom’s uncle’s gang. Tom was not aware of the illegal things his uncle specialized in. They were associated with underground criminals and mafia gang members. They sell drugs to teenagers and kidnap girls in order to sell them away after auctioning their bodies. “Well, well! Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? I bet you weren’t expecting to see me.” He grinned as if he was extremely delighted that he got to see me after such a long time.

When Stephany came out, Juma's heart thumped rapidly in his chest and felt a sweat. With his coat and the white vest she had in, she looked stunningly beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off. If Queens of the Tomboy wear were to be crowned, Miss of Worlds, then she was the one. Her figure was perfect. Not fat, not thin either. She also looked like she had some muscles of her own. The protruding from her chest, her face and long hair were the only difference moving her out of the male system. If she would have been a male, she would have been the most handsome.

I explain, pretending not to notice the relief washing over their face. They turn around and lean their back against the balustrade, bracing their elbows behind them. “The moment puberty hit me, my boobs filled out and the stares I got disgusted me. I went from a flat-chested kid to a girl with the biggest cup size in class within the space of a month. The leering from both boys and men put me off wanting to feel like a woman, so I started acting more like a tomboy.”

I was now hitched up to my gorgeous mom all neat and legal. As we headed back to the room, we passed this sleazy looking blonde, wearing a tube top, too short to cover her phoenix bird across her back. Her hip-hugging tattered Levi's were barely above her puss...you could even see the tattoos that were below her beltline. She wore flip-flops. She was about 20 I guessed.

I went there for the Krew, I went for Contendah. Tommy blended in as well as a frog in a cat parade, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t give a shit about that either. It definitely wasn’t his scene, but it was mine. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what my scene was. I knew where I fit in. In my knee high black boots, black fishnets, short skirt with no panties and tanktop with no bra, I was dressed for the fucking occasion.

Mark pov I could not believe what my eyes were seeing. A tiny girl stood in front of me, just staring. Not at me but through me. Thomas must be kidding; he cannot be thinking of taking this little girl as his chosen mate. She's a child. It is creepy the way she stands there staring and not saying anything. Her long dark hair twisted on her head in braids with big purple eyes just staring. She is a beat-up stuffed wolf and what looks like a pile of rags.

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.”