Gothic Emo Guy の小説・ストーリー

I grasped his arms and begged for the answer. “I-I don’t know either. But that light could make us dekons faint until we slowly die.” My eyes widened and got scared when I heard Lucifer admitting the truth behind my hidden powers. I walked backwards and avoided him for me to prevent hurting him. “Emerald, don’t walk away.” He quickly grabbed my back and hugged me as tight as he can. “Even if this affection slowly kills me, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m crazy inlove with you, Emerald. And you’re my addiction that I would die for.” He looked at me directly in the eyes and I could hear his heartbeat.

You’re gothic and like the company of demons. “This one’s cuter than the last.” A boy in dark skinny jeans and a band tee says, leering at me. Band t-shirt. Really? It’s like the universe is mocking me. “Can I keep this one for a while.” He flashes me a smile that has my skin crawling. I expect the third one, another girl, not as gothic as her friend, to say something, but she doesn't, proving she’s not as sadistic as the boy and not as hardcore as the girl. Along for the ride, I guess.

he growled. A very handsome, tall, dark-haired boy with brown eyes and a good jawline walked in. His skin was quite pale though. "Who are you?" The guy asked curiously. "Who are you?" I questioned him back curiously. "I'm Kaylo" he smirked as he reached his hand out to shake mine. "I'm Sof-" I was interrupted by Ace grabbing and throwing his friend into the room next to us. Ace slammed the doors immediately.

- No way, then, as she headed towards the shower, where she was taking more than a few minutes to get the rest of the blood out, before a Goki employee entered the place without asking permission. "Goki wants you in his office, finish washing up quickly." The man was a man with long black hair and dull blue eyes, who was wearing a dark outfit of long, flowing robes, shoes, a perfect goth who was wearing black clothes and makeup as pale as a ghost. - I'm going. - The girl said, as she changed, when the man looked as he always had since she saw him for the first time, with an air and expression of boredom, as if he had already seen everything there, that apparently, she was more than he had ev

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

Curly, dark hair, falling around his oblong face, with sharp jaws, tine lips, hollowed cheeks, and sober eyes, the color of Azura. “Fuck, he looks like sin.” “He is sin.” She said, crossing her legs and clenching them. Catching her movements, my thoughts went wild. “Emilia, don't tell me you have…” She nodded, blushing. “Tell me more…” I ended up wearing the black sequin dress, and was accompanied by the Greek god of sexiness. Deep down, I didn't want to do it, but Emilia made a good point. With a man by my side, those who want to bully me at the party will have to think twice. Not that I believe that Dean’s presence would stop them from talking, but I figured that he would create a good dis

I looked down at my pendant and it was back to black, I glanced at where I was meant to have a nasty scar but there were four faint lines there instead. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. There was no message from Hector so I decided to text first. He did not reply and I felt my insides turn. I did not take Jane’s number or his mom’s or grandma’s or sister’s so I did not know who else I could text to find out if he was ok. I was honestly so scared yesterday. Emilio did not look human. He was so off and his face looked like something from a horror movie. It couldn’t have been the same Emilio who was so jolly and cheerful. His face was ashy gray with huge veins popping on his forehead and

Hopefully id see someone inside the main building, i prayed. Or better still, id get killed and i wouldn't have to subject myself to this humiliation ritual. The door creaked loudly as i cautiously entered in. And without the blasting music, the blinding lights, it just had an innocent touch to it. “Lucas?” …..i called, hearing a shuffle. “No, not Lucas, Emory” A tan skinned country looking guy whopped his head up from behind the bar. “Lucas should be up, all by himself as usual.” he said with a dashing smile.

I just might go crazy from this suspense. You might think I'm insane but I'm not, I'm just a victim of unending misfortune and bullying. My life has been nothing short of misery and tears. So you could say I got used to it. Now I'm scared when things seem to be turning out great. Like, they never do. So why try to get my hopes up? I'm Emily Lopez. I'm a nerdy or a weak Lycan, and a terrible loner. I don't have friends, because no one would wanna be seen around a girl who attracts so much trouble to herself.