Gothic Emo Guy 소설 & 이야기

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.

"It only feels like yesterday when I was wrestling with you on your mum's sofa!" The thought of wrestling with Emma almost caused Spencer to groan involuntarily again. But he felt embarrassed too. His mum always said what a gorgeous little boy he'd been, usually when she having a go at him for the way he now dressed or for not washing properly. He knew he didn't cut an attractive figure, slightly overweight with greasy black hair and a faceful of zits. He also dressed exclusively in dark heavy goth-like clothing but this was all a way of hiding from the real world and particularly from the very girls with whom he was sexually obsessed. He was sure Emma would be remembering that handsome youn

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

Algernon eyed Sloane curiously. She met his eyes, her cheeks reddening, “um, I went through a phase where I was emo in college.” “What is this emo?” Mina asked curiously. “Goth. Punk?” Halima threw in with a sigh. “Sloane was the typical computer hacker who sat in the dark all the time with only the glow of her screen to light her day. She dyed her hair pitch black, wore more black eyeliner than an entire runway of fashion models, and everything from her eyebrow to her septum was pierced.”

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

Alaric, with his intense gaze and imposing figure, had emerged from the shadows of the apartment. The tension in the room was palpable as Emerald's bold move took center stage. Alaric, with his peaked cap shading his eyes and his well-defined muscles exposed from the waist up, stood poised between shadows and light. The scar on his chest added to his rugged allure, making him embody the very essence of a dramatic, atmospheric male protagonist. Ethan's confusion and anger were evident as he tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. The sight of Emerald, whom he once knew as reserved and distant, now passionately kissing another man, was a stark contrast to their past interactions. H

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.

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.