Common Dislikes Novels & Stories

Sean burst out laughing, at which point Kirk looked at him with murderous eyes. Still, Sean acted as if he didn't notice Kirk glowering at him. He carried on with his question. "What other food does Ms. Evans avoid?" "Carol here hates parsley and scallions. Oh, and asparagus too!" "For real?" Sean stared at Caroline. "Kirk hates them too! It's exactly why we don't feel like eating out with him sometimes!" These all made Gwen feel as though she'd found a new best friend. "I know, right? How can one even hate those? Carol's always so stubborn. She claims that asparagus isn't good for digestion!"

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

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?"

The whole place was filled with her scent, and all the sheets were pink. “I realize that… we like similar colors.” Rodney lay on her pillow and grinned. “I like pink too. Oh, your quilt is orange. I like that too. I like bright and pastel colors.” “As a fully grown man, you have a lot of nerve to say that you like those kinds of colors.” The corners of Freya’s mouth twitched. Rodney snorted. “Is there a rule saying that men can only like cold tones? Some women also like white and black. Besides, this shows that we have a common interest. The greatest fear between a married couple is that they don’t have common likes.”

I turned the question back to her. "Actually, carbonara, spaghetti, and any food with a sauce are the ones I dislike the most," she laughed and looked at me. "I only said that so we could have something in common. Since we met, I noticed we contrast in almost everything - in what you like and what I like." She laughed while making a peace sign. "That's just how it is. Opposites attract," I replied, laughing. "You know, I've noticed you laugh and talk a lot more now. Before, if you didn't speak, we wouldn't understand what your eyes and mind were saying. You've changed," she commented.

"Have you seen him? The only thing we've had in common since birth has been our looks; there's nothing else that's alike." "You two have explosive anger; only Ivan tames it more. You both care a lot about people, but you hide it. You both sleepwalk, hate whisky, and prefer vodka. Last, you both have refused to give me nieces and nephews, just like you've refused to give Zion cousins." He broke it down for him. Damor pressed his lips together and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, fine, we have things in common then, but you know what I mean."

, She shrugged. “Well... I love mac and cheese, I love the color green and lilac, uhm I like nature, the sea, reading books, sitcoms, music, painting, flowers... I dislike long walks, parties and loud music, uh I dislike pickles, heights, violence--”, I paused at the last word and Galina just stared at me, I guess she didn't notice. “You didn't mention Nikolai”, She said. “Huh? Why?”, I asked her. I was confuse, why did I have to mention Nikolai?

“Our favorite colors. You wanted to plan the wedding around our favorite colors?” I shrugged, “we don’t have a lot in common.” “We do.” I chuckled, “like what?” “We both like Bridgerton. Um, we both hate that green fucking juice. We, uh, we both…” she thought about it. “We both enjoyed the same things in bed. There haven’t been many men who came close to making me beg. Who could boss me around like you did…” “So just because we had great sex, we’re suddenly very compatible? Let’s be real, Kennedy. We’re nothing alike and that's fine.”

"I am allergic to shrimp. I like spicy food. I once had my dick pierced when I was twenty and my mother is a former athlete." "Shrimp is your favorite. You are crazy about spicy food. You had your dick pierced when you were eighteen and not twenty, and yes, your mother is a former athlete I looked up to." This game shows how much you know about your ex-partner and how much you pay attention to every detail no matter how long it has been. And Macy knowing every detail just proved my point. They switched and Macy sat on the chair. "Hmm, I like art. I went skiing before and fell. I hate vegetables. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I don't like Halloween."

He huffed impatiently. "Is it? So you know all my likes and dislikes?" he asked camly. Chelsea is confident this time. "Ofcourse i know your likes and dislikes. I know everything about you. Your favourites and things you don't like, everything" she insisted. He nodded his head, as if considering what she just said. "Then tell me my favourite food" he questioned her. Chelsea smirked. "You like Bacon sandwiches, and you don't like foods which are too sweet" she replied confidently.