Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

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.

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.

a guy asked while smiling at Emery. The guy looked at Emery’s eyes. He shivered when Emery looked at him deadly. In a swift motion, the guy struggled to get out from Emery’s grip when she choked him upward. The guy tried to reach Emery’s neck, but to no avail, and gasped for air until he was out of breath. Demonise showed up and sucked the guys’ neck dry until its limp body dropped to the ground lifeless and she took his soul. Later on, the body became ashes and vanished.

He had a dark aura surrounding him, giving people around him uncomfortable chills. It was that boy who Emilda used to date before she disappeared. I used to hang out with him when we were in class and at lunch too. I won't say he was the best boyfriend one could ever have but he was perfect in his way. He never abused or took advantage of her. For me, he was good and also a great friend. The only weird thing about him was that he was always wore black outfits. Most of the time he wore a black hoodie and never kept any part of his skin out in the sun for too long. I never saw him spending much time in the sun either, instead, he liked staying indoors, once Emilda even told me that most of the

“Telepathy. Or advanced empathic projection. That confirms it. He’s already a host, or he’s becoming one. He can sense directed attention, thoughts focused on him from a considerable distance.” Emma wrung his hands. “So, how do we even approach him? He looks damn handsome from the satellite thermal, but that just makes him scarier.” Classy raised an eyebrow. “Is he, like, an emo? Goth? What’s the deal?” Amy shook her head. “Don’t think it’s a style choice. He just looks… emotionally shipwrecked. There’s a difference.” Bryan smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “Nah. He’s a goth. A natural one. The forest-dwelling, possibly-demonic-host kind.”

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

I say to Emerald and Lucas as I shrug my shoulders, my eyes are cast down at the table. “What did this guy look like again?” Lucas asks, leaning forward with his hands folded together in front of him. “Tall, lean, and muscular. His hair was black, with gray streaks. He may have been in his late thirties or so. His eyes, though. They were bluish-gray, like storm clouds or something. They creeped me out,” I say as a shiver runs up my spine just picturing his face again. “Bram…” Emerald says in a whisper to Lucas. I can see she is uncomfortable.

Her voice was hoarse, “If you almost hit me and feel guilty, you can skip the pity. I promise my ghost won’t haunt you if you run me over right now.” “Emilia…” the man almost cut her off. She looked up again, confused. He had crouched in front of her now, holding her cheeks like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Her brows drew together. He was… weird. Tall, good-looking, with a face that seemed both shocked and relieved at the same time. He smelled really nice too, like an expensive soap and sin. But there was this undeniable deadly aura about him. That moment, she forgot she was crying.

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.