Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

Cameron's P.O.V Darcia spotted me almost instantly, his grey-gold eyes narrowing as his lips tilted up in a smirk. And before I knew it, he was heading in my direction and sliding into the seat that Freya had used only a few seconds ago. He hadn't changed a bit since his early teens. His emo vide was still going strong and I hate to admit it, but it actually added to his bad-boy personality. His hair was now long enough that it touched his shoulders and his favourite color in clothing still appeared to be all black. To add to his persona, he was even wearing ten rings on ten of his fingers, all made of silver and all having skull images curved into the silver.

I would have been one of them, but I decided to save my money instead, hoping to pay for my graduation and school fees rather than insurance and maintenance on a vehicle. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t little miss Emily.” A deep voice behind me hummed as cigarette smoke filtered into the surrounding air. Pulling out my headphones, I gave a bored look over my shoulder to see Alex smirking at me as he blew out smoke into the air between us. He was your typical emo kid. Black everything: eyeliner under his eyes, piercings in his lips, the whole get up. We used to be friends when I first started school here, but ever since he got together with Raven, that went down hill.

Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build. Carolyne tilted her head as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. She slowly stood up and reached her hand out towards Goth. “Hey Goth, I'm Carolyne, Amore's best friend. We will be seeing each other a lot.” Carolyne said in a flirtatious voice. Goth took Carolyne's hand and gave it a little shake. He let go of her hand but didn't pay her any further attention. “Carolyne, aren't you spaying on James and Caity today?”Nathan asked as he looked at Carolyne's flirtatious behavior towards Goth.

Both of us say at the same time as I place my hands on my knees to catch my breath from all that running. "You guys are an hour late," Cory says and runs a hand through his dark hair in frustration. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to my all-time crush, Cory Simpson. Not just my crush, he's every girl's but I got privileged to be noticed by him, but there's that stupid word called friend zone he decides to put me in. Cory's half Asian half American which makes him all the more wanted by hormonal teenage girls. Is it just me or Asian guys who are exceptionally hot? I can feel my cheeks heating up from his mere gaze. He's staring me down and I'm grinning widely at him, ignoring stink

Despite Jackson's tall self, Emrys' was at least 6'3; I felt smaller than ever in my 5'2 self. "Go home Jackson and stop hanging out with my sister," Emrys growled out while running a hand through his midnight black hair with one hand before crossing his arms across his chest, his eyes of dark silver. Emrys was definitely on the muscled and defined side of things, broad shoulders, sculpted face - the works; he was also a complete asshole. Sometimes. "Emrys," I whined quietly, wishing to stop further embarrassment. He looked down to me, softing his gaze. "Please,"

he laughed and I could feel the stench of vomit and alcohol escape from his lips. "I haven't seen you around here before... Are you lost... Pretty girl?" he slurs in his words. He was tall and really muscular with sandy blond hair and a smug grin that was really annoying. He wore a black shirt that fit tightly around his huge body and dark jeans. Who in hell does this crazy bastard think he is? He must be asking for his death wish that's for sure. He sure is lucky Peter isn't around. ‘Emily he isn't human. This is an Alpha, a strong one at that.’ Esme informed me.

she said, and he nodded thankfully. “So, who was it?” Ramsay quietly said. “Who?” “That you fucked.” Emmie wrinkled her nose at his vocabulary and shrugged. “A guy that came and went in October. He transferred from Virginia for a while, and then had to move back later.” “Oh. Were you sad?” The girl shrugged under his hands and shook her head. “Nah. He was a good fuck though.” The boy erupted in laughter, throwing his head back for everyone to hear, and Emmie simply smiled, looking at him. “See? You talk this way,” she said, the smile staying on her face.

Emily asked, her English accent coming out strong and I bit my lip to keep from crying again but it was no use and they all pulled me to an empty room before closing the door. "Princeton was driving us to school and it made me think back to two years ago with Emmanuel" I murmured as I wiped at the tears with back of my hand and Gavin and Nick both went rigid as Emily and Andrea wrapped me in a tight hug "What made you think back to that asshole?" Nick asked and I sniffled looking up at him to see his eyes had changed form their vibrant blue eyes to a dark almost blue shade letting me that his wolf, Amedeo, was pushing forward.

He doesn’t need to know that. As I walk, I check my phone. Still nothing from Marcie. I doubt there’s anything wrong, but her suddenly calling me Theresa is unsettling. Hopefully, she’ll text soon. I duck into the copy room. Just in time to see some ridiculously tall emo guy sliding in through the window. “What the fuck?” I look around, but I’m alone in here. The emo guy’s shirt catches on the sill and pulls up, exposing his pale stomach and—my mouth goes dry—a fucking gun sticking out of his pants.

{ Eros } I'm Eros Angelou. Son of the biggest drug lord in the country. People call me The Prince and they stay far, far away from me. I’m 24 years old. I have gray eyes, olive skin, awesome tattoos, the most perfect teeth, a good ass, greek beauty, cero friends, anxiety and prolonged grief disorder. Because most of my family is dead and I can’t get over it… or more like, I refuse to get over it.