10 Likes And Dislikes Novels & Stories

“Sounds cool, i live football too. I supoort Chelsea.” “Me too.” “What do you not like?” “Um greed, talking too much, social media and short men.” The last aprt wa son purpose and he was kust laughing. “What do you have against short men?” “They arw just down to earth.” “Are you for reals? C’mon, donnot be like that,” “For me, i love working, making money and rim jobs.” “Wow…” “Yeah, i dislike seafoods, long skirts and women who cannot arch properly.”

I breathed heavily to let some air go in my lungs after the kiss. "How's it?" He asked in a anxious voice. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen Mace. I'm.. I'm just nervous." "Nervous? Why?" "I don't know... just.. umm.. your pack is so huge, so many people, will they like me? Will they accept me as their luna after knowing about me and my past?" "Oh.. don't worry a slight bit about that. They are normal people like us Indy. Obviously they will accept you as their luna gladly. And you don't have to worry about anyone or anything when I'm with you. Got that?"

“I know that it wasn’t your choice to have a mate, and you pretty much avoided me until recently. I mean, you barely know me…” He places his thumb against my bottom lip and lifts my chin up until I’m facing him. “You have an odd obsession with chocolate-covered bacon but hate twinkies. Your favorite color is blue, and you love all animals, especially dogs. You have a green thumb and have filled your apartment with plants and a small herbal garden. Though you’re friendly, you’re wary of people, which I attribute to that wanker father of yours leaving. You love adventure and are not scared of heights, snakes or insects. Your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, and you love watching musicals

To the couch and the promise of thirty days and pretending to be the most nauseating couple in the world. “We’re still good,” I whisper back. “Still disgustingly in love. Still making Queenie want to vomit.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “I believe the agreement was nauseatingly in love.” “Same thing.” “It’s really not. Nausea implies a slower build. Disgust is more immediate.” His thumb traces my cheekbone again, softer now. “I prefer the slow burn.” “You would.” I manage a small smile despite everything. “Control freak.”

I hear him say while smiling as he scrunched his nose up in disgust,to show his distaste dowards dark coffee. " Alright I got you sir,I also do not understand why a sane person would like black coffee, I mean why on earth would you like something so bitter, with absolutely no taste" I reply too showing my absolute distaste for the said coffee. " I know right,some people are just very weird " I hear him say which made us both laugh lightly at what he has just said.

I slowly looked at August. He looked back at me. Then we both looked at the counselor. "I'm sorry..." I said carefully. "Ten?" She smiled. "Yes." "Ten." "But..." I frowned. "There has to be at least ten things you like about eachother." August and I looked at each other again. Neither of us spoke. Because the problem wasn't that we couldn't think of ten. The problem was that admitting even one felt dangerous.

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label on her beer, “Tell me something about yourself, Darlin’.” My eyes moved up and met hers. She exhaled and looked up at the roof of the porch, “Well, I have 2 siblings, Benny and Tallon-“ I patted her leg and interrupted her, “No, I wanna know your likes and dislikes. I want to know what makes you feel the prettiest. Who you call when you have had a bad day and if you prefer hot wings over Lemon pepper wings.” She giggled and pressed her beer to her lips taking a sip and set it between her legs, “I like anything to do with the ocean. Not just the white sandy beaches of the gulf or the crystal clear water, I like the deep dark abyss of it. The open nothingness. I strongly dislike anyone

I acted annoyed, but I still let him into my life. Coming from a wealthy family, I had met plenty of arrogant young men who thought the world revolved around them. Someone as down-to-earth and unique as Timothy was rare. I was used to looking down on people, and I chose to date Timothy, someone I could also look down on. Of course, my parents strongly opposed it. "We raised you in luxury, Adeline," they said. "You're the heiress of the Jones family. We didn't raise you to marry someone beneath you, let alone someone who works at a funeral home!"

I spat out when I was sure that I was fine again. "I think I already know the answer to my question, from your reaction and it makes me glad to know that you couldn't have aborted or be carrying any child for someone else." He said confidently, laughing loudly like a vigorous grown up German Shepherd dog barking at a stranger. "I'll ask you another question. What are your likes and dislikes?" He exhaled to round up his laughter. "I love playing cards, I love singing but I have a very terrible voice, I love cooking, most especially baking and I hate–" he interrupted me.