Gothic Emo Guy Novels & Stories

He's either surfing the net, hacking the net, or hacking through pussy. I send him the encrypted link, “Track it.” “The Gone Girls invite-only party?” His voice is bubbling with excitement and I stare at him, taking in his six foot six stature, two hundred and forty-nine pounds of solid muscle, and fiery hair. This guy carved up two dealers who were ripping off the Bratva less than seven hours ago with a broken bottle all the while laughing as they screamed their agony like a deranged psychopath the entire time yet here he is, preening a crazed fangirl.

I close my eyes in annoyance. "Fuck! One more! If it still doesn't open, I'll make sure anyone living here gets kicked out!" I said. I was about to knock when a handsome guy opened the door. He looks at me, I mean he fucking checked me out! It made me remember how I looked. I'm damn wearing a large t-shirt, having messy hair, wearing panty without shorts plus the haggard face! I immediately became conscious, but I just raised an eyebrow. "I guess you forgot to fix yourself when you're going to attend a party, missy!" I was stunned when he turned his back on me because what he said slowly synced in. I ended up slapping him because of his remarks.

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.

In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures. But I wasn't the badass type of student. If I would, I could. But I pretended I'm gothic blind emo, so no one suspects me of being Xavier the black death. Who in the right would think a blind emo guy would be the number one most deadly assassin that ever existed? No one. And that's precisely why I was like that. So no one can ruin my fake everyday life.

This vampire guy also has a traumatic past when he was abandoned by his own parents and she can understand that he has seen his image through Lucasta. Because Samson realized he was wrong to raise his voice at Harvey, he could only bow his head and say sorry. - I'm sorry, Harvey. Harvey had never been mad at Samson for too long and neither was he now. He sympathizes with his friend because he understands that a non-pure vampire like Samson is not as good at controlling his emotions as he is. Harvey knew that deep inside that body was still the human heart full of affection and when someone touched it, it woke up.

The vampire emissary standing in front of my mate was around five-foot-nine inches tall with black hair, a pasty white face, and all black clothing. He screamed emo goth punk, except he looked like he was in his thirties and not some teenager who was rebelling against Daddy.

I had a pack of cigarettes, and I needed to blow off some steam. I went to the rooftop to smoke. As soon as I lit the cigarette, I felt someone else’s presence. I turned around and saw Emilio. My eyes bulged. He was in a gray suit and a white shirt. He didn’t have the suit jacket, but he had the vest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his tattoos—identifying markers could be seen clearly. “Are you fucking crazy? What are you doing here? You’re going to be caught!”