Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

Wearing heels was just not her thing, she despised them along with some other girly stuff. Elena wasn’t always like this, there was a time when she only desired to dress up like a doll, a Disney princess. A time when she wanted to be like every other girl, but then she was constantly bullied and in order not to be weak again, her defense mechanism built this new bitch attitude that made her more of a tomboy with every new day.

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.

“Are you two dating? Ouch! I was hoping I’d be the first person to suck his cap and have him under me. Guess you beat me to that.” “Not to worry. I’ll find another one. Tell me, was it sizable? Did you gasp when you felt his cork inside? Is he big? I think he should be. Is it curved? Perhaps straight? Wait… don’t tell me it’s small. How small is it?” What is wrong with this girl? I smacked her on the head. “Stop saying bullshit. Nothing of such happened. He took me over there because he wanted to apologize for putting me through an emotional rollercoaster; his men mistook me for Maya.”

Danika’s brows lifted in surprise. It wasn’t a man. It was a woman. Tall. Confident. Slightly built but strong in all the right places. There was something effortlessly cool about her something bold. In one word? A total tomboy. She turned to Danika and gave her a small, easy smile. “You okay?” Danika let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yeah… I am. Thanks to you.” The girl shrugged casually. “They were annoying. ”Danika let out a soft laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

Andy embarrassedly touched her nose and suddenly became gloomy. “You don’t have to remind me of that. I know that I’m a tomboy with no feminine charm.” Seeing the carefree Andy suddenly becoming upset, Baby Robbie quickly consoled her. “Don’t be upset, Sis Andy. Truthfully, you look extremely feminine. As long as you put on a little makeup, you’ll be popular among thousands of handsome men.” Andy’s eyes lit up, and her confidence was boosted. “Really?”

Joe does not understand the character of his girlfriend, Michelle, a beautiful and smart girl but she never keeps her attitude so that she always looks cute and attracts the attention of the boys. The girl eats in a tomboyish style as if she doesn't care for other people who see her strange, because even though she is beautiful, her attitude is not graceful. "Do you know? You shouldn't really be good at playing ballet but good at basketball like me. For a beautiful girl, you are too tomboyish .why don't you care about your appearance, I mean you still look feminine and attractive but you never wear sexy clothes like girls other."

He cut her of. "But Tommy I-" "I said not now Abby." He turned back to Tate. "Leave me alone." They walked away. Leaving her standing. Her eyes wide, her face red with anger, and with crossed arms she scanned the area, mentally selecting a person to take her anger out on. She noticed the black long gypsy skirt first, then the ever neatly held up ponytail. Who could be more perfect than the person she blamed for everything. With a determined smile she stalked over to the group of girls, her prey had her back to her. The other three girls watched with wide eyes as she came closer. "Witch." She stopped and turned Lacey to face her, towering over her, her hold on Lacey's shoulder was tight, it m

Boss Man, also known as Edward Hall Vicent’s missing stepbrother. Stupid bitch…She finally stops struggling in Tom’s arms, and he looks around as he says, “How are we going to get her out of the park without anyone being suspicious.” I chuckle as I reply, “Use your imagination, throw her over your shoulder so no one can see her face and smack her ass as though she is enjoying it.” Tom throws her over his shoulder, and I tuck her arms underneath her so they're not hanging down as we set off on the walk back to the car.

Long waving hair tucked over one shoulder, and I can almost immediately tell this one has been a career Tom. A girl who went into escorting for the money and the sex, like a hobbyist. She makes it her life’s goal to excel at it; she’s me but without the scars, which ultimately gives her an edge, she’s probably always controlled who, when and where and likes to get adventurous. I have met many Toms like her over the years. The ones who enjoy it, live for it and love the money it makes them. Nearly all of them came from stable childhoods and made this a career decision to satisfy a craving for expensive things and nymphomaniac tendencies. It was a girl like this who taught me that embracing an

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve