Tomboy 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.

My background with Layla didn't interest her, I could tell. “I was thinking we could have like a girls out today, do things that girls normally do”, Layla said, and I accidentally choked on my drink “Are you okay?”, Adriana asked worriedly as she rubbed my back and I nodded, suppressing a laugh “You might as well share the joke Troy”, Damon threw his gaze on me and I shook my head “It's nothing”, I said, and he turned to look at Layla “How would you know what other girls do darling?”, he stated and Layla stared at him blankly. “You're a Tomboy”

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...

‘No, today’s the ball, everyone’s getting ready, aren’t you’ he looked at me, while I panted hard taking deep breaths, the sprint was a long one, I convinced myself, even when I took 10 mins longer than I used to. ‘dressing up is for ladies and it doesn’t suit me, I am more of a, what do you call….’ I squinted my eyes, thinking about the word. ‘tomboy’ he speculated, filling in the gap. ‘yes, tomboy, you understand me well, Cason, I pulled him close placing my hand around his shoulder,’ he turned pink instantly. I always loved how he reacted when I touched him. He was cute. ‘I think I will skip the ball; I don’t have a dress and

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.

She is none of those. She has a lower tone of voice than that of a normal girl. She’s not petite, she is always described as muscular by others who see her. She is not shy— she’s brave, she fears nothing and would always dare to be courageous and bold, she would always dare to break the barrier. She is strong, she is capable of doing things on her own, especially things that usually need the help of a male. She is not dainty, she is far from that. She considers herself as a warrior who is willing to step up on a challenge.

"They're hot, huh?" she whispered into my ear. The way the heat hit my skin and the words blew a cool breeze across my neck sent a shiver down my spine. My senses were heightened, and my body was raw in the most intimate way. Roller derby caused my insides to purr the way my Camaro did-and I was in love. My eyes followed the Jammer in black, I think Roxie said her name was Aerial, but it didn't matter-all I knew was little girls needed to aspire to this, not boys with bank accounts.