Tomboy Personality Novels & Stories

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."

The trip was a relatively quiet one, the girls in Mike's truck talking quietly to each other and actually seeming to ignore him. He really wasn't interested in what they were talking about, anyways. Something about girl stuff, apparently, which actually shocked Mike. Emma wasn't your typical woman. She could easily be considered a tomboy; a gorgeous, sexy tomboy, but a tomboy nonetheless. She hardly ever gushed over a guy, or talked about purses or makeup, or reality television or anything even vaguely female related.

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.

I helped women learn how to find the inner badass and set her free. "Toby here is going to be our stereotypical man. Overbearing, obnoxious, full of unwelcome sexual innuendos, and inappropriate boundary crossing." I smiled at him. He rolled his eyes. Bowed. I laughed. "He's actually a very nice man who understands boundaries, respects everyone-not just women, and thinks everyone has a right to fight for the life they want. But today, he is our villain." I waited a beat. "What does confidence look like?"

#####13 Whatever. I wasn't and will never be afraid of them. I looked around. Everyone else was minding their own business. I don't know why those two nincompoops didn't just do as others and pretend they didn't see me? Clothes, mostly bikinis, were hung in wall wardrobes. I hated such outfits with passion. I, unlike my sister, I am more of a tomboy and I will never change that. They can look at my baggy jeans and baggy shirt or even my snickers as disgustingly as they want but that won't change me. Never.

I inquire shifting closer to check up on her “I thought my dressing was going to be the only topic of discussion at the dinner table but from my dressing, mommy touched my love life and said that it is impossible for me to have a boyfriend when I go about dressed like a tomboy, threatening people with my words and acting like I can beat 50 men” she expresses painfully.

Tommy Vester wasn't young anymore, but he was still single. Several reasons caused him not to have a partner even though most of his friends already had wives and even children. The first reason was that it could be said that his look was below average. He had curly hair like his mother, and his face was wide like his father's. Nowadays, girls preferred guys with straight hair and small faces, so of course, he was not the girls' favorite. The second reason for his pitiful state was his vicious personality. Even when he was lucky enough to find a girlfriend for himself, he would still waste his money sleeping with some prostitutes, and that was why no girl wanted to stay with him for a long t

"You really think I look good?" "Damn straight I do!" I laughed, "How could you not? You look just like your good looking parents!" Tommy smiled again and began to blush. I wasn't just making him feel good; Tommy was a good looking young man. Like his father, he had thick black hair and soft borderline pretty features. In addition to his father's good looks Tommy had inherited my fair complexion and green eyes. It was quite the combination and he had never had a problem with girls. The fact that he was attractive made me love that Tommy was sweet and a little on the shy side. Most good looking guys his age were cocky players. Bill had instilled in Tommy to respect women, and if he were with

greeted Tommy, his voice quavered a little and he sounded extremely nervous. "Tommy?" Sharon said frowning in confusion, her thoughts still distracted, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in school at the moment?" "Umm…" Tommy shuffled his weight from foot to foot and he blushed a little. "Do you want to want to come inside honey?" Sharon offered, her voice softening as she sensed the boy's discomfort. He seemed to be in some sort of trouble, or at the very least had something important on his mind. Tommy was eighteen, only a few weeks older than Billy, but he had a chubby baby face and was extremely shy and withdrawn. Sharon had always felt the urge to mother him whenever he was arou

"But how about Casper? Isn't he ruining his name if that dork messed up?" "Well that's no longer our issue. My only interest is to give that tomboy a lesson not to seduce the great Casper!" They vanish after, but I bet they're still chatting at the hallway. I stare at my reflection on the mirror. I hissed remembering their issue. Tomboy? Seducing Casper? Are they nuts? When did a tomboy learned to seduce a guy? Stupid villains. I washed my hands but paused for a while. The voice of the girly one entered my ear. She said that if I messed up I'll also drag Casper's name.