Tomboy Novels & Stories

The old man raised him and basically drilled the manliness in him so that he wouldn't end up liking his girly side much. At first, he identified as a male and initially disliked his trait, seeing it as a curse but after he learned how to control it, he was able to enjoy and accept it. It is quite laughable actually. He likes the things that guys and girls like. He doesn't openly show it in front of his old man but it's true. The tomboyish girl said. "Until they come to a stand-still, I should at least show Cai Kang around." She said and looked at Cai Kang. "Hungry?"

“ Now…my turn… “ What about you, huh? I wanna describe my ‘miss perfect', which category do you fall for?” “ Ass-Nope, Boobs- Nope, Curves- Nope. So why will any guy fall for a person like you? I mean, look at you…you’re a tomboy” “ Only a harebrained will even be attracted to someone like you” Hudson snapped. “ And you’re sure the harebrained” His inner mind taunted. “ Shut up” He snapped at himself. “ Admit it Dude, you’ve started liking her” His inner mind said.

Amber said. " I was considered to be a tomboy when I was in my teen years my friends are mostly boys so grandma impose on having me enrolled in advanced self-defense class so that I will be able to protect my self. No one amomg my peers dared to challenge me." Alina explained . " I don't wonder about it , she even beats her husband and her bodyguards."",Jordan tease her, it's just private joke around the family. Alina gave him a glare, and everyone laughed.

"Isn't it?" "It's short for October. I don't know what my parents were thinking, but it's not as bad as it could have been. My sister's name was Rosalind. She used to hate it when people called her Rosy." "Tobe, why were those Warriors trying to kill you?" She sniffs, and pulls the jacket tighter around her. "They keep women at their camp for their own pleasure, for entertainment. I was the favorite, because of my, my figure."

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

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.

Tom caught a glimpse of Adrian as he passed in the hall, smiling under a waterfall of dark hair. He still couldn't believe that this guy was his hero. Deep down he'd known King Cold wasn't a girl. He didn't speak in a feminine manner or act like a girl. Pretending he thought the streamer was a girl was a ploy to stop his mates from calling him gay. 'As if they don't hero-worship big sweaty men on the football field,' Tom thought.

Having this huge weird creature standing in front of me with his perfect smile, expensive clothes and warm hands absolutely made my tummy do things it never had before. Boys never paid attention to me, never. Okay so I had been carrying some baby weight for about 14 years longer than I should have, and she-wolves are always fit. I was also shy as could be, I was raised by my dad and he didn’t exactly know how to teach me to be girly. I was a non-athletic tomboy basically. My hair was always a mess, I didn’t know what to do with make-up. I didn’t dress up and I was the definition of a klutz. I convinced myself a spinster cat lady was probably going to be my pat

In that short meeting, he instantly notices the changes in his old friend. Before she would make a ruckus if someone force her to be girly and wear dresses but now it seems like it is a normal thing for her. He could still remember her first punch on his face just because of a mere word. Tomboy. A lesbian. He can't help it but smiled when it crossed in his mind how her beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. Her fat fluffy cheeks turned into tomatoes in embarrassment as her red seductive lips were wide open. She always has that look when he teases her...

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.