Tomboy Novels & Stories

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 explain, pretending not to notice the relief washing over their face. They turn around and lean their back against the balustrade, bracing their elbows behind them. “The moment puberty hit me, my boobs filled out and the stares I got disgusted me. I went from a flat-chested kid to a girl with the biggest cup size in class within the space of a month. The leering from both boys and men put me off wanting to feel like a woman, so I started acting more like a tomboy.”

I am a warrior just like them, so we have a lot more in common, which also makes me fairly well built and kind of sort of a tom-boy, rough around the edges and stuff but I’m sure you get the picture. I like wearing loose comfy clothing because it keeps unnecessary attention off me and keeps my curves hidden, I'm not one of the attentions seeking type of female in case you hadn't noticed, I am very well built with a beautiful body shape and perfect curves and butt which obviously no one notices because even when I train, I wear track pants and t-shirts rather than sports bra and tights like the other girls do. The girly girls of the pack say I probably don't have a mate and if I do, they are

There had to be more to her. "She isn't like most females," Sofiya said thoughtfully. "I mean in certain ways she is, but… well, you could call her a tomboy. She enjoys traditionally manly things more. For example, she would prefer training, sparring, and all that stuff over a good gossip session. But at the same time, she also likes to take care of herself. You will never see her in anything other than high heels, and she likes getting her nails done and colouring her hair," she rambled. "She likes to be badass over sweet. But is also a sweetheart."

Chuckling inside, I start to ask her about school, what she likes, her favourite food, to which a lot I like as well. As we’re going through the tour, I ask her if she’d like to have a girl’s night. She has never had one so doesn’t know what it is. So, I tell her we get to watch movies, eat our favourite snacks, paint our toes and all things girls like to do, without the alcohol of course. Her aqua colored eyes light up and I know I have her attention. She wants to say yes but something is holding her back.

River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

Danika Williams As much as I hate to say it: I’ve been a good girl. Jake didn’t seem to care, he was way too professional and it was getting on my nerves. You know what maybe I don’t need this, I don’t need to follow a man’s instructions, just so that he’ll have sex with me. That’s just crazy, I can’t be so desperate for him, right? He thinks I’ve anger issues but I just think everyone around me is very dumb and oversensitive.

She finishes firmly and I get a little smile on my face as she looks up at me. "You're right." I say and she nods. "It took me a long time to figure it out. I'm not as smart as you." She says with a grin. I slip my hand under the shirt she's wearing, running my fingers along the curve of her waist. "I just never cared what anyone else thought of me. I've been called a nerd and a loser my whole life. I found friends in video games and Dungeons and Dragons. People who were like me and, quite honestly, they're a lot more accepting than the rest of society. They don't care what you look like, how much money you make, how many followers you have on whatever app is most popular at the moment. All

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

He gave me a quizzical look and turned to me and then the students to introduce himself. "The name is Macie short is Cie Marshal but don't ever call me, I’m go call you, I’m 16 and totally go fuck you up if you fuck with me". 'So it’s a girl, talk about real tomboys. Wow! This is fascinating' I was king of amused that I didn't think tomboys could be the top bullies of the school. She said her introduction with too much ego and venom. 'Ok! This is going to be harder than I thought. So I have a tomboy and a boy bully to deal with'.