Grunge Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Morana purposely let her long black hair flow down her shoulders and back. In her daily life, clothes like this are not the style she will choose. Sweaters or long- sleeved clothes that seem conservative and jeans are what she usually chooses, but for some reason she started to like open clothes like this, she found it sexy and attractive. Daniel couldn't deny that Morana was very beautiful in this dress, but the top that was too open made him frown a little. "This is all." Daniel included a leather jacket in the same color as Morana's shirt into the payment.

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

Always had—rebellion swarm in his blood. He was tall, a wolf-like Sabin, but that was where the similarities ended. While Sabin had brown hair, brown eyes, and a roughly hewn face, Gideon was pure punk, embracing the modern Goth look, throwing in a bit of grunge and mixing it all with movie-stars flair. The man even coloured his pale hair bright, metallic blue. Said he'd done it because it made his eyes pop. Of course, that was a lie. He'd probably crafted the look as a warning to humans—approach at your peril.

Again, he glares at the annoying stranger. Of course, he tried to pull his arms but the grip just got intense that he almost flinched but he wants to look strong, far from what he really is. "What?! What do you want? Do you really want to get punched at your face?! Let me go! I said let me--" His words magically got swallowed and he nearly melted when he looked at the guy who suddenly changed his aura. His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes.

“Good, because between the Grand Coven and the VC, I’m about ready to go live off the grid and answer to no one.” “You don’t have to live off the grid to answer to no one,” he says, coming back out and buttoning a white dress shirt. My stomach tightens when I look at him. I swear Lucas could wear anything and make it look sexual. Because right now, wearing black dress pants and that button-up shirt, he’s looking like an undead Christian Grey who’d love to play with me all night. “I don’t answer to anyone but myself.” I cock an eyebrow. “And you,” he adds with a grin.

Parties like these help to make strong connections with wealthy people and I know Laurence is here for that, that's the only motive. After greeting a few people together, he excused himself just as always and that's what I hate about parties. I feel lonely and trapped among the foxes. The boredom kills me and the annoying thing is, I can't leave without Laurence who takes forever in talking to people who are 'Important'. After grabbing the drink, I decided to admire the hall which has a gothic vibe just like my gown which is black with a mermaid fit. People here are not interesting but thankfully the architecture is.