Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

Gracie bumped into some… person. She touched her chest and moved back cause of the force. “Sorry.” She still muttered nonetheless the pain. While Emma was getting ready to snap at the unfortunate person. Who turned out to be one of the cutest guy she had ever seen. She just stood frozen. The guy was tall, just too handsome for her, fair. He had curly blonde hair and sexy faded green eyes. Thick jaw line and high nose bridge. The fact that he was chewing a gum made her almost pass out.

They’d handfast. My mind is wandering again, so I tune back in just in time to see Mr. Anatomy’s dark eyes widen and his nostrils flare, like he just smelled the beach, or maybe chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven, while standing in the middle of a garbage dump. He looks like he thought I was a ghost and I am surprising him by being corporeal. I’ve never been mistaken for anything other than solid or sturdy before– I’m not, like, heavy, but I could stand to lose fifteen pounds.Okay, twenty pounds if I’m going to be really honest. Add that to my wavy red hair and penchant for heels even though I’m five feet and eight inches already and it all ensures that I’ve never faded into the back

I have an hour until my next class starts so I decide to go for a coffee and check my phone. Emi: And do you have a hottie prof? Mine is like near to death or something ughhh I love Emi and she never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam: Nope, no hottie either. And a neighbour that sucks Emi: He ugly? Or a super creepy nerd? Sam: No, a super creepy, unfortunately very hot, fucking ex-boyfriend, whom I need to do homework with. Feel like puking!!! Emi: What? You fucking serious? You want me to come and kill him? I know some boys from the chem lab, they sure know how to dissolve a body!

I'm ember and, "you're what? I'm cole by the way. So please can you tell me something about you? Briefly introduce yourself? He said as I smirked. At him. Is this guy here to interview me or to get to his f**king destination. ""are you okay, are you trying to know about my personal life? I think I made a mistake carrying you inside my car? Get your **s out of my f**king car. I rasped in and he immediately opened the car door and left? Nonsense. I hate smart people who try to be stupid. Kace:pov

Once Emily and I were blissfully alone in the kitchen, she scraped plates while I rinsed and loaded the dishwasher. “Okay, girlie, spill,” Emily demanded. I sighed. “The guy that fixed my car is gorgeous and confusing and scary. And he’s decided we’re ‘gonna get to know each other.’” “Wow, all of that, huh?” I nodded. “Who is he?” she asked. I bit my lip and dropped forks into the basket. “Dani?” “He’s a biker, Em.” She cocked her head. “Like Tour de France?” she joked.

I wave the book towards his direction, showing him the title. Footsteps come closer to me, and he grabs the chair from the desk, placing it by me. Emilio is as big as his brother, even if he just dresses more casually. Today, he has on some ripped jeans and a navy blue band T shirt, his sneakers shining so bright, the sun could hide from it. I study him closely. “You have a nice piercing?” I blurt out in shock. Most made men were not so liberal. They could think he was a homosexual for just having that.

Emorie sneered, “But she’s just ugh! I can’t stand her. She always walks around thinking she’s better than everyone. As far as I’m concerned, she only stays relevant because she kept breaking up and getting back together with Chaos. They’re the most toxic couple I have ever laid eyes on, if you can even call them that.” I turned to her, “Chaos?” It was such an odd name. “Yeah,” She dragged out the word with a sidelong glance, “About him. I was gonna save the worst for last since he hasn’t even gotten here. But I’m talking about Cormac Graves. He goes here you know.” Cormac Graves. There was something about that name… but I just couldn’t put my finger on it at the moment. “Who is Cormac Grave

And they’re surprised that the students are going postal? Apparently, a group of Goth kids was going to commit a campus rampage. It’s always the effing Goth kids. Just once, can’t it be a group of cheerleaders, damn it? The ringleader of this particular group of Goths is a kid named Derek Johnson. A picture of the douche is included. Typical angsty, emo, Goth kid. Eyeliner. Hair dyed black as a raven. Skin paler than Sean Patrick Flannery in Powder. Hot Topic wardrobe with depressingly deep quotes from Edgar Allan Poe. Earrings. Nose rings. Lip rings. Chin rings. Probably rings in places I don’t even want to think about. An overall attitude and appearance that screams, “I am a tragically uni

I scramble to yank myself away from Mr. Gothic Fallen Angel, but he doesn’t let up. He clamps his arms tightly around my waist. If anything, the moment Trey’s roar echoes down the concrete tunnel, a terrifying shift comes over the guy's face. Looking right past me, those mismatched eyes hook onto Trey, and the sight of my fake-boyfriend seems to fuel him up even more. His smile stretches wider, and the light falling on his unusually long, pointed canines makes him look straight-up like an evil vampire craving blood.

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