Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

don’t know what she is doing with Emery. I rubbed the back of my neck and sat my water bottle down, “Do you think y’all are mates?” I stared at him and a feeling of curiosity filtered through me, “Nah. It’s just casual. I mean, I do like her, but she is Dalton’s sister. I can’t just date her out in the open like that. We are taking things slow.” He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. I scoffed and smirked, “Casual? With Etta? Not gonna happen. You need to hang back for the full moon run this weekend to find out if y’all are mates. If not, you need to drop this now before you end up hurting her.” He looked at his feet then looked up at me with a weird angry expression, “I know I’m a fuc

He grabbed the remote and turn up the volume higher as the guy was going down on the girl, and she was squirming, screaming and cursing and he just kept on going again and again. "Watch it, Lilian! hear it, feel me. Again, I won't stop until you come again for me. Then I'll fuck you bareback. I've been waiting for this, for days now. I need you to give it to me, love." He told me while he adds another finger in me, thrusting them in and out, and licking and sucking me.

He must have been too because he didn't say a word to me, just walked away. Not even my magically attached ex-boyfriend was into me today. I was almost to English when a hand snaked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me through the crowd. I let out a squeak of surprise, coming face to face with Blood. He looked bad and smelled worse. Like, no shower for days, I guessed. His thick black hair hung in greasy strands around his face, and for the first time ever I noticed he had roots. Who would have guessed the Goth King of Tranquility High was a dirty blond?

"I couldn't stand one more second in a room with these boys." "Harsh, Sap," Danté whined jokingly. Fortune chuckled to herself whereas Gadiel lightly facepalmed and sighed. "Hey, it's true. You all boys smell like random sheep guts. Some of us have heightened senses of smell. My nostrils are seriously crying." "Real smooth," muttered one quiet person situated on Sapphire's left. Had long shoulder-length brown hair that kind of reminded her of Jared Leto. Well, minus the facial hair. He had a large hoodie over his head. He practically screamed 'Emo'.

The guy said, "Ok, I will but first eat you foods." He came and sat beside me on my bed. I asked, "I will eat if you give me a kiss." The guy: "No." I moved a bit closer and I hugged him, bit he don't hugged me back. I asked, "I thought you loved me so... A kiss won't hurt, right?" The guy: "No! I don't love you. I may like you but I don't to express it by kissing you." He kissed me on my forehead.

We both watch as he saunters over to a red-head. “I’m completely miserable.” Emily chuckles sadly, and I want to comfort her somehow, but she hurriedly replaces it with a smile, before leaving to mingle with other gaming nerds. Looks like my matchmaking skills might need a little bit of work. “Emma.” I hear a deep rumble. Looking up, I see Jeremy looking completely in his dark t-shirt that says ‘Never say Game Over.’ He has a dark jacket over it, his golden blonde hair is messy today, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother combing it, still it gives him this carefree look.

Ulysses reached out for Emo, and to my surprise, after almost four years, no one but me had ever tried to pet him, but now Emo was rubbing against the palm of Ulysses' hand, causing static electricity. "Emo Lord... what a fitting name for him." ...? ! The moment he softly murmured the four words, "Emo Lord," it was as if an electric current passed through my body, causing my head to hurt. [His name is Emrod, he doesn't bite] What is this? What's happening? [Aren't you afraid of me, little Inet? ] In these fragmented memories, the melancholy and handsome adult man, the black cat that belonged to him, and the scenes from the movie that seemed to be playing on an endless projector flashed befor

All my casual wears and shoes are also black. I love black. It makes me feel like a devil. I love being a devil. I got clad in a black hoodie,black jeans and black sneakers. I walked out of my bedroom. I stay alone in my mansion. The cook,cleaning lady and the butler stay in the house beside my mansion. They only have to perform their duty and leave me the fuck alone. They have to keep their distance from me because I can't get touched.... Funnily enough, I can touch someone but if I have any body's hands on me,it would lead to a panick attack.

Not that I know anything about hockey. I blink once more. Maybe my hangover is fogging my brain. Hell, he’s about the same size as Mel ― female petite. Which makes him smaller than me. His head barely reaches Jackson’s chest. Dressed in an oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans stuck into ankle-length black combat boots, which look like they could walk away on their own, his whole aesthetic screams emo-goth skater boy — with heavy emphasis on the boy part. If you tell me he is sixteen, I’ll believe you. His flawless skin and delicate features are way too pretty for a man … in fact, it looks like they’ve been ripped straight from a K-pop stage.

Honestly, she wasn't in the mood of that. Slowly, she turned, the same time with Yodah, taking her lips in as she saw the person. He was tall, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. He was handsome, very handsome. She almost snorted as she heard Aiden cussing in her head. "He is a werewolf." She heard him say. Yodah confirmed it the next minute. "Who are you? You are not Emma." The guy stated, staring at her all over, surprise and confusion evident in his eyes, before shifting his gaze to Yodah.