Character Quirks List Novels & Stories

which makes her Caleb's sister. Despite how close we are though, Quinn and I are total opposites. She's a girly-girl, who loves to shop, dress up, paint her nails, isn't the least bit interested in school, and has been dreaming of her mate since she even knew what dreaming was. Where I like to dress more casual, read books, spend all my free time studying, and have been dreaming about tasting the freedom of running in my wolf form more than meeting a mate. "Nothing I can't handle," I say back to her, not wanting to relive the horror of the past few minutes. Plus, knowing Quinn she'd confront him about it and I don't want him to hurt her or me for telling her. I can handle him and his giant e

But she only glanced at him before turning her attention back to Toro. “I learned it from Quinn. Do you think it’s time for you to visit a doctor?” “It’s a waste of money. Also, not any doctor but a psychiatrist.” “It’s fortunate that you don’t result to violence whenever your personality switches,” Toro chuckled. “It is. But I struggle when my damn personality becomes childish and overuses my brain,” Alek sighed. “Stop bragging about your genius capability, Sister Alek.” Sicily butt in. “I second,” Terrence added after swallowing the last portion of his food.

Quin frowned and looked at me with those big blue eyes. "Unfortunately, yes, I do." Quin sighed as I put her down. She looked just like me in every way, but sometimes her father's personality pushed its way to the surface. Quin had Adam's temper and his arrogance. But she also had his kindness, charm, and determination to get what she wanted.

Seeing how focused he looked, a mischievous thought suddenly crossed my mind. Maybe I should tease him a little. "A blunt man," I started counting on my fingers. "A grumpy one... someone who's arrogant, too full of himself, a bully, and an absolute troublemaker." By the time I finished, one of his brows had already risen. Clearly...He knew I was describing him. "And what about your likes?" he asked calmly. I smiled to myself before continuing. "I like thoughtful men." I counted another finger. "Kind men." Another. "Playful men."

“Yeah, that one’s okay, I guess. A little ADHD, but the girl knows how to use a pan.” Smiling in the guise of regret, our slightly rattled expressions apparently don’t go unnoticed. Maybe having extraordinary eyes makes you more alert. “Sorry,” she scratches her head, then says softly in a slightly timid, embarrassed voice, “I have, uh, brain hiccups sometimes. Lee blames the ster-eo-typical image.” She battles with the word. “I blame the upbringing.” “You’re kind of wild … and harsh,” Charlotte eventually finds her voice. “But you’re honest. And fun. I like that.”

I refused to eat anything for the next three days. I felt like I was going mad from the extended isolation. I spent my days curled up against the corner of the empty room, oscillating between laughing maniacally and crying. I had lost count of how many times the door opened. However, it was not Jakob who showed up this time but Xavier instead. “Grace, eat something.” His voice was calm, but I could sense a hint of irritation underneath it that he must not have realized.

“Quinn and Archer’s little one is only a few weeks older.” “Aww, that’ll be nice to have a cousin close in age.” I nod. “Quinn and Scarlet have become really close too. They’re both obsessed with their damn cats,” I laugh. “What’s wrong with cats?” Charlie hikes up both eyebrows. “Not you too. At least Logan and Danielle have a dog in addition to their cats.” “I have a feeling I’m missing something.” “It’s a bit of a running joke between us that started with Quinn being a crazy cat lady, who then turned Scarlet into one.”

But it was quickly replaced by a practiced smile – a dazzling display of perfectly white teeth and unwavering confidence. “Annalise,” she repeated, a knowing glint in her eyes. “The spirited one, isn’t she? All fire and… quirkiness.” The way she said ‘quirkiness’ dripped with a subtle condescension. I bristled inwardly. Annalise’s spirit, her individuality, were the very things that drew me to her. “Annalise is many things,” I countered, my voice firm. “She’s intelligent, kind, and has a laugh that can light up a room.”

"You're laid-back and cool but just too cherry for my liking." "What'd you expect? The big, bad, scary, grouchy CEO who's arrogant to people because of his net worth, had daddy issues and low-key wants to be genuinely loved and doted over by a lady who just doesn't want to have sex with him for his money?" He rambled in one breath. "Sorta?" I wore a quirky expression. "Well, I do have my demons just like everyone else but I possess the qualities of etiquette and courtesy like a normal human being. Patience is the one I didn't seem to get around to."