Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

I snarl, flaring my nostrils at him while trying to yank my wrists from his grasp. Emeric is the same age as Draven, but just a few weeks older than Drae. That makes him at least twenty-two and fresh out of university. He and Drae hate each other and although I have no idea why, I completely understand why Drae dislikes him. The guy is a complete douché with no ounce of respect for others' personal space. He probably gets off by kicking puppies, harassing innocent children, and stealing candy from babies. I hate him. Loathe him entirely, as the Grinch would say. Emeric might be a good-looking young man with a drop-dead gorgeous body... but that is where the attractiveness ends. His personali

I’ve been listening to it for the last six years so much that I remembered every lyric, every chord, and every goddamn crack of the lead singer’s voice! Tip of the dagger, on the edge of tomorrow, Romantic notions for a parody of sorrow… Not just rock music. Emo rock music. “What the fuck!” The guy cried out and turned.

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.

A girl slumps down on the chair next to me. My eyes run over her, she looks almost normal. “Sascha ?!” “Oh.. of course you haven’t seen me in civil yet”. Sascha laughs. “I am only doing the lolita goth at the club. The rest of the time I am a totally ordinary emo”. “Ah, now I get why you and Oliver fit together. I am so happy you are here. I was about to be abducted by the elite and I am pretty sure I am way too boring for them”.

Emma said. “Well, it’s cold out here. Come on in.” Giovanni reached for one of their bags, helping Ezra carry it inside as the door closed behind them. Emma’s gaze swept over the house. The house felt unexpectedly homey, decorated in an emo-inspired style. It was deep reds and blacks, layered with countless ornaments. It gave off the unmistakable vibe of a man who loved anime. “You have a lovely home,” Emma said. “Thank you, Miss Facer. I’ll take you to your room.” He lifted her bag.

In so much pain, the cramps worse than they’ve ever been to a point I more crawled than walked here. Soaked to the bone in from the storm, and shaking with as much need as I was self hatred. I couldn’t hold the process any longer, and knew that if I didn’t want my whole world crumbling around me again this was the only option. The guy who swore that he was nothing but a selfish ass hole who broke everything he touched. “I’m not a good guy and you’re a fucking idiot.” I can feel his temperature rise. The thing between his legs hardening between us and the surge of his energy when as his nose flares with my scent. The way his iris expand and his fangs grow.

he snapped. The grief, heat, rage he felt all exploded, shattering like a dam breaking in pieces. He shoved my back against the wall and I let out a gasp as he fisted my hair with his hands, yanking my head backwards just enough to graze my throat with his fangs. “Do you actually think I want this, huh?” He growled against my throat, his body pressing into mine, hot and hard. I could feel his cock, already pulsing, already thick, as he pushed against my stomach. “I want to fucking break you, Em” he hissed into my ear. “To fucking ruin this little pussy until it doesn't drip for anyone but me”

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.

My heart rate was steady, and there was no nervousness. I heard the door open, so I returned to the room to see who got there first. My new guest was around 20 years old, had messy brown hair, and was a not-so-tall guy wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and platform shoes. He looked very skater boy/Emo. I placed my drink on the desk and moved close to him. He smelled good, which was a relief. I pulled his shirt up over his head with no resistance. I thought to myself if I didn't have other guests coming, I could probably dominate him, but that wasn't my plan for myself tonight.