Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

It made perfect sense if a business rival was spying on Emory, trying to discover her weaknesses. Unfortunately, this theory was quickly put to rest by the information Damian had provided. Marco had confirmed that the person stalking Emory was no ordinary human. The stalker was a werewolf, but not part of any pack. Jaxon remained silent. The information he had received brought no clarity. On the contrary, it raised even more questions. "A rogue," he muttered expressionlessly. "That means someone really has bad intentions towards Emory. And the use of a rogue instead of a pack member strongly suggests that this is personal. This has nothing to do with the packs or even business. In other word

Not really. “Well?” he growls, stepping forward. “I’m Emmi.” His eyes widen, and if I thought he was angry before, I was mistaken because now he looks like he could really just give me a nudge and push me over this railing. “Who the fuck brought you here?” I stand looking at him, confused. He isn’t like Gunner and Bear. They are so eager to have me here but this guy, no, he looks like me been here is the worst thing in the world. “Bear brought me,” I say, hoping he takes my answer and leaves me the hell alone. I was scared of Gunner because something about him screams crazy. This guy, though, is different. His eyes are dark, and all they show is hatred, pure rage and hate. I breathe a sigh o

When he squinted his small Amber orbs, he resembled a hunter closing in to its prey, readying himself to pounce on it. " Who are you?" Ava asked yet again, making the man burst laughing hysterically like a mad man. Oh well, Ava was sure he was a mad man despite his innocent looks. Then the devil stopped laughing and matched her. Using his hand,he lifted Ava's Chin and the once playful look on his face disappeared, only to be replaced by a ferocious look resembling a wounded beast. " Who am I? I am a vengeful ghost. I am your nemesis." He replied coldly before pushing her away, causing Ava to land in the ground with a thud. That was the first scene playing on Miranda's laptop as the four peop

It was fucking unwelcome. “No!” Emerson said, too quickly, too forcefully. Her lips thinned into a hard line. “Then what is he?” The gay-man, in her view, finally spoke with an unbelievably smooth and precise voice. Though without hesitation or emotion. “I am Porsche.” Her eyes widened. “Porsche?” She looked at Emerson for an explanation. “Who calls themselves that? Is that even supposed to be an intro or something?” Emerson exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not what it looks like, Mama.”

His actions of late haven’t shown me that he still feels that way, and now it’s no longer good enough to just hope. “I want the Jake Carrero with zero ability to stop lust and love consuming him. The guy who screwed me in the back of a limo and the guy who pushed me against a hotel wall. Where is he? Because that’s who I fucking need!” I’m stomping around waving my hands, letting all fury loose, Teen Emma throwing her ponytail back in defiance.

But this smell was so strong it was taking over everything else. Still she hadn’t moved from his arms. She didn’t want to, she would stay there forever if they’d let her. But then a horrible strained growl so loud and angry flew all over them. She jerked her head up to see a boy standing there by the side of the building…. He looked like he was ready to kill somebody. Even though Emily thought Lo was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen…. This guy was right up there with him. Jet black hair and tanned skin, deep brown eyes that were currently staring at her very angrily.

Groaning, his hand falls forward as his body shakes. “You better not change, promise me you won’t go cold, you won’t turn into me and Emmett.” His eyes stay on mine and my heart explodes. “It made us like this.” Nodding at his words, I smile. “I promise to be me, no matter what you do Grayson. Your darkness won’t make me turn cold and distant, my light will fight it.” Has he never let people help when he kills someone? The thought disappears as his grasp on me tightens on my neck, and his hips begin thrusting. He doesn't stop or slow, even as he groans and finishes a second time. He keeps going, my screams becoming louder as my body becomes exhausted. He’s lost himself, all emotion has gone

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ I want to laugh. This is it? This is the guy who cheated on Winter? This… guy? What in the hell?! I could bench press him. Twice over. He’s maybe 5’9 to my 6’1. I’ve got to have a minimum of fifty pounds on him. He’s lanky with dark hair, a septum ring and a poorly done tattoo sleeve on his left arm. His hair falls over his eyes, making him look like someone who’s carrying leftover emo vibes over from the 2000’s.

My breathing became a bit erratic as I fought against the need to kiss him. "Hello 220!" Josh yelled into the mic as the music died down. 220 was the name of the club. "Are you ready to rock?" His bandmates came out, all boys. One had long hair that covered most of his face, sweeped to the side. The other had shaggy hair with a beanie on top. They were both pretty to look at. The drummer, beanie guy, had a tattoo on his hand of a little ghost dude that seemed to dance when he drummed. Hair for face guy was tall and very skinny, made me think of the bass he was playing.

Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her. "That's for fucking my mate, bitch", she growled out as Emma died. I watched Ember with surprise as she stood up and looked around. "The next person I find out fucking touches him inappropriately will meet the same fucking fate as this bitch, got it", she said loudly, meeting every eye surrounding us. Her eyes had turned bright blue. The same bright blue from last night. I could hear yeses from shocked club members or yes Luna from pack members all around. How the fuck did she even get here, and did she just claim me in my own domain? Why was I turned on by this? She looked at me in annoyance, an