Bubbly Personality Novels & Stories

"Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dalaga na ang mga kilos mo. Pero ang pagiging bubbly mo ang nagustuhan ko. Iyong tumatawid ka sa pilapil ng palayan ng walang

Most people would say they were quiet with people they hardly knew and were their normal fun and bubbly selves with people they were comfortable with. But for Bolaji, it was more complex than that. Bolaji believed he had two personalities. There was the quiet, sullen Bolaji and there was the fun-loving playful Bolaji. And he wasn’t sure which was the “real” him. Moreover, he usually decided what Bolaji he would display for a particular person or situation. Generally, sullen Bolaji appeared for his father, the periods when he was home, and anytime a teacher decided to grace his class with their presence. Fun Bolaji appeared with his younger sister, his friends, and formerly, his ex, Amanda.

Isn't it because his arm got tired and he doesn’t want to get wet? And what? He gave me an umbrella and jacket because for what? What the heck. I’m going crazy for what that guy is doing. A while ago he was a baboon because he was always frowning, then later he seemed to have drunk some hot and spicy soup because he always had a hot temper, then soon... ...he’s like a normal person, kind and sympathetic. Oh my. I will never, ever understand someone like him. The baboon is still a baboon... or so I thought. What am I even thinking now?

About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud. So I continue: "I do blah programming in whatever..." and say some stuff like that and then I usually say something like, "As for my personal information, I'm a Libra, and my turn-offs are mean people and smoking and my turn-ons are long walks on the beach, the laughter of children, and the warm smell of colitis rising up through the air" or whatever neural firings happen to be activated at that particular nanosecond. What is interesting is that everyone after me has to try to outdo me. It breaks the ice, so mission accomplished as far as

I have nothing in common with a guy like that. We walk in front of Briar's house when another car pulls up with a couple more girls. I learn they live in the house with Briar and they seem nice enough. The smaller one, Izzy, is a little too chatty for my liking. She's got that kind of personality that I can't stand. I can't remember how people describe it... Oh yeah. Bubbly. I involuntarily shudder at the thought.

Bookshelves were filled with documents stacked on each other. "You came?" She asked as she saw us. "Why is she like that? I thought you said she improved." I asked as I took a seat. "She's having mood swings and personality problems." "Personality problems?" "It's like she's yet to discover herself. Sometimes she's like a bubbly cheerleader, a baby sometimes and sometimes she's like an eighty year old. "She's gonna recover."

He doesn’t have to call me out like that. “Who told you that?” I ask and he looks at me chuckling. He needs to stop laughing at me. I didn’t say anything funny. “I don’t have to hear it from anyone. I’ve spent enough time with you to know you are very soft and gooey.” He says and I shake my head disappointed. This evaluation of my personality is not going well for me. I’m gooey now? No wonder this man doesn’t like me beyond this. He thinks I’m uninteresting, dare I say dull. That doesn’t sound like anybody’s type; I wouldn’t date me based on that description.

Honestly, he looked like he wouldn’t have had a hard time taking someone down if they dared to mess with him, but with his bubbly personality and charming ways, it was hard to imagine this guy having very many enemies. “Good answer.” He chuckled as he pulled out of the parking spot and into traffic. “It’s super nice to meet you, though. I promise I don’t usually come on to girls by spilling coffee on them. Then again, I don’t usually come on to girls at all. Guess I’m a little rusty.” Taliana bit back a laugh and tried to ignore the fact that the pounding in her head was beating double time. “I never would have guessed,” she said, already feeling strangely end

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)