Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

She ran her eyes from the top of Tom's curly hair down his long, lean body to the tips of his scuffed, black shoes. Was her brother really so attractive? Hailey tried to look beyond her past experience and see Tommy, her brother, as Tom, the stranger sitting next to her. Sure, Tommy was a dork with few friends and fewer social skills. But Tom was tall and - she could see it in a way - handsome. He had deep green eyes and the beginnings of a beard on a wide, square jaw. Tommy was a klutz, but Tom's body seemed lean and almost toned. When had he had time to do that? Or was this just the natural transition of teenager-to-adult kicking in, burning away the baby fat?

Oliver said. Nathania pulled out of his arms, sobbing and sniffling as she wiped away her tears. “I met a boy.” “My, my, that is great news then, right?” Oliver smiled. Nathania nodded. “Yeah.” “What is he like?” “Oh, he is very handsome. He is a nerd but he dresses like a rockstar.” Oliver raised an eyebrow, “a rockstar? Do explain, please.” “Well, he has shoulder-length black hair with purple tips and blue-green eyes but wears deep brown contacts. He had an accident when he was six and it changed the color of his eyes, he never loved it so wears the contacts to hide them.”

Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build. Carolyne tilted her head as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. She slowly stood up and reached her hand out towards Goth. “Hey Goth, I'm Carolyne, Amore's best friend. We will be seeing each other a lot.” Carolyne said in a flirtatious voice. Goth took Carolyne's hand and gave it a little shake. He let go of her hand but didn't pay her any further attention. “Carolyne, aren't you spaying on James and Caity today?”Nathan asked as he looked at Carolyne's flirtatious behavior towards Goth.

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

Ava, a tomboy, who created trouble at the college, her grades were bad and teachers were tired of her. But she had rich parents so no one dared to stop her from doing anything wrong. She had a bold personality but her rich family had nothing to do with the fact that everyone was afraid of her. She had her gang and they went around bullying others at the campus. She once saved, a nerd, Grace from being bullied because she was the only one who could do so. She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her.

It’s my lucky day so I step in and take a quick shower. Back in the house, I settle for some loose, blue-faded jeans, a black crop-top, a grey hoodie and the only black pair of canvas I have. I look like a tomboy. My hair is in a mess so I grab a cap and wear it. I look at myself in the small mirror and nod with satisfaction. Yeah! That will do. Let them continue calling me a tomboy. I don’t care. They don’t know what I have been through to get to where I am. They don’t know how tough life in the streets was especially for a small girl with no one to protect her.

she added laughing quietly. “Well, Bald Tom is throwing a fit because you’ve rendered another one of his fighters useless. Asking for some sort of compensation” she said and Sia grabbed the bag on the table before dropping it over her shoulders and walking to the skinny woman. “Useless? He should be grateful I didn’t send them to the King of heaven” Sia spat snatching the pile of dollars in her hands and walking out of the room. Despite far from the boxing ring, her ears were still greeted with the screams and shouts of the boxing ring.

In her left hand she held the panties, she had developed such a love hate relationship with today, tightly under her nose, smelling them, drinking in their musky aroma. Unknown to the otherwise occupied blonde, two stalls over a young Goth girl with her feet up, sneaking a smoke. Her hair, fingernails, clothes and lips were black, while her skin was ivory white. She paused and listened to the very interesting sounds coming from girl who had just entered the restroom. "Oh God! Ugh... Ugh..." Squitch Shlep 'Can it be?' the Goth wondered, 'Can someone at this uptight private school be wanking herself? God, wouldn't it be funny if it was one of those rich prissy bitches, ' she thought, grinning

I dart my eyes away from her figure, feeling stuffed in my chest but I don’t know what to do about it, or even why I feel this way. I wanted freedom from Damon, no? “Tom...” My eyes land on the quiet boy gnawing the cookies like the little mouse he is, “If I were to go back to our land...would you...” I don’t know if taking Tom with me is the best choice. After all, I’m not even sure I can take care of myself, let alone a nine-year-old. But Tom is an Omega, and he knows no one here in Damon’s pack. “I want to go with you, please!” Tom drops the cookie in his hand, staring at me with fear and nervousness in his huge, dark eyes, “Please, princess, don’t leave me here!”