Novel & Cerita Character Quirks

I turned on my side-lamp and opened the file. It started with his basic information like his real name, height, weight, hobbies, etc. I turned over the page and found the real list starting for me, His likings in food, sports, personalities preferences, favorite cartoons and toys and the list was endless. I went through the details and learnt that Kevin was five years old, a shy boy with anxiety issues due to losing parents at a young age. He likes robotic gadgets, football, tennis, marathons and what got me was his love for chess; it was on top and compulsory.

My eyes widened, and I turned to him, seeing him completely awake. My jaw dropped, and I struggled to form words. “H-how long have you been awake?” Wyatt smirked. “Since you started confessing your undying love for me.” I bit my lip and held back that usual annoyance I felt for him. However, I couldn’t deny it any longer. This was just one of the traits that I loved about him. I loved all of his quirks and his cockiness. I loved how confident he was in himself, but was always helpful toward others and never forgot to care for his people. Even when he acted like an arrogant jerk, there was always something beneath it.

She's a piece of work too the way she does it, she has my glare and her mom's sneakiness a deadly combination if you ask me. Quint is more laid back than his twin, he kinda reminds me of Daniel. He's a brainy little fuck too. Looks like he's going to follow in the pothead's footsteps and go into medicine while Aiden is all about bikes and the crew. Anything to do with the crew he wants in.

I didn’t do well with humiliation—even the soft kind wrapped in inside jokes. "Oh, sorry and nice to meet you. I am Quinn," she introduced herself with a giggle. She isn’t someone who my friends interact with so who is she related to here? Does Felix’s taste in women include tomboyish girls also? I hummed, too preoccupied to offer anything more. The thought of tolerating more laughter or pointless introductions had me mentally weighing the consequences of snapping her neck in front of witnesses. Instead, I walked away. Smart choice, for now.

Kit was ready to put another of her teeth on the line, From the fragmentary references to Mother Dear, Kit deduced that her aunt had had sons late, had an orderly personality, and was terribly religious. A strict upbringing, bordering on cruelty, probably broke the psyche of both ... The twins are the same only on the outside. Their personalities are usually completely different. So it turned out in the end that one is a quiet jerk, and the second is an aggressive maniac.

I quirk my brief and he chopped the apple fruit he refused from the tray beside him, and in the resting chair he gave me a model poss and I chuckle lightly at him. "That doesn't suit your almond face, Hannah will skip everything for that only to realise it looks like grease from up close." I mocked him Aiden had always been like this, the type to throw balls at you with a thorn and when you turn into his character he becomes suddenly gross and disgusting. He clicks his tongue, tsk, and continues with whatever he was doing but in the same erect position, his hand to his chin and his weight to one side like an unbalanced log. .

His lips twitched into a smile as a thrill coursed through him. “Interesting…” he muttered. His fingers trailed from her shoulder to her neck, then to her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her shivered breath warmed his hand. He leaned closer, his smirk deepening. “Don’t worry. I don’t like fucking quirks,” he sneered, tossing her clothes at her. The clothes hit her chest and fell to the floor. She stood there, frozen, her mind spiraling with his words. “Quirk.” The word echoed in her mind like a curse. No one had ever called her that before. Was it worse than the insults she was used to—bitch, slut, hooker? For her, it was.

It was something something you needed to understand, not explain in a few words. She thought for a moment and said, "Well, my methods are generally for most men. We'll need to analyze Quintus specifically. I don't know him, so how can I teach you?" Charlene said, "I feel like the sun is shining on me when he smiles. He's handsome, sincere, and capable. I feel like he's radiating light when he's focused on something. He always says, 'my goodness or 'oh my goodness,' and even curses when he's excited, but it doesn't make him any less adorable."

William said coolly. That’s what he liked William. Aside from his cool and being cheerful, he had lots of wisdom to share. One look, one could say he’s a happy go lucky guy who was always smiling with a cute dimple but if you stared at him for a little longer, one could see a deep person with a mysterious and hidden personality.

She immediately clicked the site and read through it. "The most serial killer traits are: Lack of Empathy, Lack of Remorse, Impulsivity, Grandiosity, Narcissism, Superficial Charm, Manipulation, Addictive Personality, Lust for Power, Sensation Seeking, The Macdonald Triad" she read through and with a disturbed look she raised her head from her laptop. "Lack of Empathy?" Her voice trailed. She tried imagining how Stephanie was, with the little time she got to know Stephanie, she wanted to check if her characteristics match these ones on G****e.