Tomboy Goth Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?

Tara felt a tad jealous thinking no girl should look that pretty, it just wasn't fair. However she took some comfort from the stupid gothy way the girl dressed, she was wearing tight black jeans which whilst flattering of her shapely body just weren't hip these days. Similarly the tiny lacy, black crop top she wore showed off a lot of her perfect breasts but it looked so 1990's. Then she really ruined things with her black lipstick, nail varnish and eye shadow which just looked awful. Though Tara had to admit she quite liked the high heeled black shoes the girl had on and absently wondered where she might get some for herself. The gothy girl spoke again in her soft but strangely forceful voi

I picked it up and began to flip through it, but my mind was far from the glossy pages. Smith’s mockery a few day s ago popped up in my head, “Do you think you can bed a tomboy?” As a tomboy, I expected nothing less, but I trusted my charms. I am Travis Scott, the most handsome billionaire in the state. Last night, I even put in some effort to look provocative before going to her. I flung my masculinity before her. I was almost bare. My shirt was unbuttoned and I had just a pair of briefs on.

My mother shrugged as I continued what I was doing, "I haven't seen him today. Check his room, he might still be in bed." I nodded and I wanted to leave right away but my mother, Kelly stopped me. My mother looked at my outfit disapprovingly with her emotions written clearly on her face. "Why are you wearing this t-shirt and trouser again? How many times would I have to remind you that you are a girl and not a boy?" My mother scolded but I didn't take it to heart. I didn't even blush in embarrassment. I knew my mother had always wanted a girl child so she can bond with the child. Dressing up and looking beautiful were one of the important parts too.

Kendall remembered going straight to her boyfriend's place immediately, she left her father’s office where she went to beg for money for her mother's treatment. She was so shocked, at what her eyes had been exposed. Tom and a strange girl were both stark naked in bed, The girl's hands were clutching the bedsheet, whilst Tom was situated behind her, panting like a hungry lion. "You like that?, Tell me you like that," he said in a ravenous voice. "Yes, baby. Fuck yes. Harder baby! Faster!" The girl's plea only edged Tom to increase the speed, gripping her at the waist to smash himself against her with a frenzied quickness. "God-you. You feel so damn good!" she said

A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger. Hell. She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie. The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”

Ava, a tomboy, who created trouble at the college, her grades were bad and teachers were tired of her. But she had rich parents so no one dared to stop her from doing anything wrong. She had a bold personality but her rich family had nothing to do with the fact that everyone was afraid of her. She had her gang and they went around bullying others at the campus. She once saved, a nerd, Grace from being bullied because she was the only one who could do so. She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her.

I smiled and hurried into the store with my best friend. We went to the naughty section first and she picked out a couple naughty outfits for me. We picked out a couple of funny shirts and sweaters and some shirts and tank tops that I really liked the designs of. I snagged a couple of skirts and matching tops and a few dresses that I genuinely loved. Amelia grabbed a couple of new wallets for me and a couple purses that I liked while I picked out two pairs of sunglases I liked. I also picked out three chokers that I liked since I had always actually loved chokers but never really wore them. Deep down I had always identified as a goth girl but had never really been allowed to express myself g

I texted Katha, "Hey, let's go out for coffee" And I jumped on my bed when I saw her reply "sure, 8am call time" with wink emoji. My heart races. Wearing my cool hoodie and punk necklace with combat boots made me cooler, including my wolf cut. Everyone asks, "Are you a tomboy?" I rolled my eyes, "None of your business" in my mind.