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 walked towards the cashier and started waiting in line to pay for the croissants I grabbed. I was shocked to see familiar faces. Nicky, a classmate of mine in my Philosophy class, seems like she is waiting in the line with other people whose faces are unknown to me. Deanne, my old neighbor, seems like she is paying for the black lipstick, eyeliner, and eye shadow she is buying. It's nice to see emo people who still appreciate gothic music. JerkAss, my mortal enemy, seems like he is selling chickens while wearing a yellow suit. Jovy, my Trigonometry groupmate, seems like he is dancing like a psychopath -Hold on, JerkAss that bastard looked what now!? I stared at the yellow figure right outs

This couldn’t be worse than being trapped inside myself day after day. “See that young fellow over there, two courtesans hanging off his every word?” Yaru asked, not pointing, but glancing at a pale man. He looked to be barely above twenty, his chin smooth and his clothes loose. He wore a large shirt, unbuttoned over a less than muscular but lean chest. Tight black jeans adorned his lower half, hung low on almost non-existent hips. “The emo?” Yaru raised his eyebrows but nodded. “He richer than he looks, then?”

I grasped his arms and begged for the answer. “I-I don’t know either. But that light could make us dekons faint until we slowly die.” My eyes widened and got scared when I heard Lucifer admitting the truth behind my hidden powers. I walked backwards and avoided him for me to prevent hurting him. “Emerald, don’t walk away.” He quickly grabbed my back and hugged me as tight as he can. “Even if this affection slowly kills me, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m crazy inlove with you, Emerald. And you’re my addiction that I would die for.” He looked at me directly in the eyes and I could hear his heartbeat.

“We’re going to get a badass drummer, and Killian Lee already said he’d be in the band.” Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.” “Who?” I asked. Derek clicked the spacebar on his computer and stopped the playback. “Okay, check this out,” he said. “So this past winter, this English band came through Athens – Gobsmacked. It’s some weird British slang or something. Nobody had ever heard of them, but they played at the Georgia Theater on a Tuesday when it was dead. They were pretty good, but the guitarist was incredible. I mean, fucking astounding. He was this little guy with long, black hair, kind of puffy and messed up, and he just let it hang loose down his back. He was older than th

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

Emmett was the ocean waves, calming and soothing to the heart and what I should want. Maybe I’m born of darkness, seeking the sinister and hungering for the wicked. “He’s my best friend. I don’t need to explain my relationship with him.” His other hand wraps around my thigh punishingly, Lazarus intent on leaving bruises to mark his possession. “I don’t believe you.” he growled darkly, “You want to play games Ma Cherie, I’ll play the fucking game.” Roughly yanking me forward by the neck and smashing his lips onto mine, a kiss so animalistic and raw that I couldn’t help but feel it ruin me.

"Oh, please. Don't act like a fucking goody two shoes. You are Don Lucian'a product. His favorite little thing. There has to be some of that DNA left." "So what if there is?" "It means you are just another fucked up little bitch." She stood up, her black gown that was slit on both sides, falling lightly to her feet. She turned just as someone else entered. I turned, and Emilio was walking towards us. He had bandages around his head and walked rather slowly, but I could see that he had gotten a lot better. Without even a glance at me, he got to her, his hands wrapping around her as his lips crashed down on hers eagerly. She responded in like manner, and his hands went down to grope her almost

" NexT Nicolas Stewart " Robert who had walked down the stage looked at Nico and sneered , why does this man even try?Just give up silently . However, Nico didn't care about anyone as he looked at the man who was playing the victim , there was no change in his posture but a sudden chill enveloped the room . Director William who was sitting in a relaxed mannee sat up straight . "Why? Why are you scared of death?" unlike Robert who spoke violently and aggressively , Nico was gentle and calm as if he was making a daily conversation as if chopping people in half was a thing he did everyday , but no one missed the cruel aura emanting from him.

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.