10 Likes And Dislikes Novels & Stories

He leaned against the chair while looking at me. "But I do." "Really?" He smiled devilishly. "Then let's do the compatibility test." He teased me. "Couple compatibility test." I chuckled. "I don't know much about you, but you claim to know everything about me, so I'll take your test today." He winkee "I'm ready." I smirked. "My favourite colour?" "Black." "What don't I like?" "Spicy food." I giggled. "Whom do I love the most in the world?"

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I nod, mentally filing away this new piece of information about him. "And what about dislikes?" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not a big fan of liars, and I don't like the taste of seafood." He states, raising up his hand. "I know, I know, it's practically sacrilegious, but I just can't stand the taste." I laugh, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not a big fan of seafood or liars either." He grins. "Looks like we have something in common then."

I nodded, "Fine, do you have anything on him, anything that'd help in knowing what he likes?" "I mailed you his profile. Just a tip, his favorite color is red." "You got it, boss." I went back to my place, and read his profile. What he liked, what he disliked. From what I gathered about him, he liked being praised and he liked bold women in skimpy outfits. He was a boob guy, so deep neck it is, and he was a bit handsy with the woman he had been with, okay, not a bit but a lot handsy.

Furthermore, I believed him to be my soul mate. “What do you want to hear?” He brought us closer. “Your response or mine.” “The real answer.” He sighed. “I do... I like you. But I'm screwed up.” I didn't care about a thing, and I pulled him to kiss me. A few minutes back, he disclosed his condition with touch, but he also claimed that he practised handshakes. I am sure he would recover if he practised. He can touch as long as he's practising.

She blushed and looked away, "yes, in fact, that was the first thing you said," He smiled, "Then I guess I'm just amazed by your beauty," She shrugged and tucked back her hair. "So let's move on to the dislikes, what are your dislikes?" "Pink, I prefer more of purple and pretense, I don't like that," "Hmm, that's deep," She laughed at the expression on his face, "what of you?" "I don't know... More like fakeness, I don't like that and tomatoes," "Yeah, I don't like that too,"

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.

he asked directly, running a hand through his wet hair. I flipped to page ten and jabbed my finger at the list. "This part right here. 'Dislikes when women stand closer than half an arm's length. Dislikes being touched without permission. Dislikes women who wear heavy perfume. Dislikes women who speak loudly...' I could keep going, but honestly, this could all be summarized as 'dislikes women' and save Lucas some ink." Aiden's face remained impassive, but I swore the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "I don't dislike women."

After hearing so, je exploded, “What the fuck!!, how could he possibly score 9 points! ?” She said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Just based on the fact that he’s someone I’ve loved before. If I say that he sucks, isn’t that me being sad and bitter? Anyway, leaving aside my subjective viewpoint, from an objective viewpoint, you can’t deny that he’s worth 9 points. ”