Descriptive Character Words Novels & Stories

“You and your character descriptions, I swear.” Kara reads novels, a lot of them–actually to an almost heroic level given how much time she spends socializing. I have no idea where she gets the time to sit down with a book, even a digital copy. But in every situation, she’s always ready with a character description for anyone standing around. I love her to death, but she is a bit crazy. Magnetism–I’ll give her that one. There’s something almost hypnotic in those gorgeous green eyes, almost like they shoot lasers straight into your soul and made you want to just stay there, staring at them, forever.

So why didn't he inquire about her club? But this guy thought she was cute? And why was her body on fire? 'Graceful, Valiant, Intimidating, Powerful, Captivating, Brave, and Daring' are some of the qualities used to describe her. Beautiful is another term that people use to describe her. But this was the first time she had been described as cute. Her face became hotter than any fire she had conjured as she glared at the ordinary-looking guy in front of her. "Don't say such things!"

“Ok. Ok, Grey. That’s cool. I’ll back off, but answer my question. Is it a person you’re feeling?” I suck in my top lip and nod. Another tear slides down my cheek. Curtis nods. “Ok. Do you know what this person looks like?” I suck in a breath as a couple more tears fall. “5 feet one inch. Silky, sandy blonde hair you want to grip in your hands. Soft, milky skin you want to spend forever touching. Big, brown eyes you want to gaze in forever. Scent that infects every pore of your soul.” My breath hitches as I pour out my description. My gun hand is shaking.

I didn't understand what he meant by a sensualist, but I could understand that it was not something good to be when Shaurya was around. " I don't know, what you are saying I was just describing the mango. " " The description matches you more than any mango in the world. You are all those adjectives you quoted for a mango. Smooth, sweet, juicy, scented... Hearing you talk like that, I want to drown in you..." He said.

The man raised an eyebrow. "So? You think I’m a good guy? You like me a little more now?" Adora pressed her lips together, her expression awkward and slightly flushed. But only for a moment. Then she looked him in the eye, calm and composed. "Calling you a 'good guy' feels far too shallow." He leaned back lazily, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening. "Then how should I be described?" She thought seriously. "Upright in character. Noble in spirit. Kind at heart."

I should have stayed away from her. My fingers dig into her arms, wanting more. Charlotte pulls away, a smug expression on her face. She looks like a cat who got the cream. Of all the words I could use to describe her, the one most prominent in my mind is “adorable.” My heart is beating wildly in my chest, my wolf nudging me in approval. Mine.

The words flowed from the page like magic, fluid and provocative and horny as all living fuck. Her descriptions of me were both flattering and apt. She’d captured everything from the way my jaw hardened in agitation to the way my brows furrowed when I was concentrating. She’d noticed the length of my fingers and the broad span of my hands. The way I paced with purpose when moving from one part of the office to another. How my thighs strained in my suit trousers when I was rising from sitting. How my dick hung slightly to the right when I leaned against the worktop in the company kitchen.

The words seemed to come alive, the characters leaping off the page and into her imagination that comes with reading all the bright places. In the soft white-gold light of the new day, the hues of the bedroom move from impressionist pastels to brilliant pop art. With her eyes were like pools of darkness that anyone mercilessly fell into because he had a sweet tooth. Her skin was perfect, completely flawless even, the perfect shade of ivory with a softness that drove anyone mad. It was pretty obvious for anyone with a set of eyes to see how well she took care of herself daily. Her dark hair flowed effortlessly down past her shoulders as Jennifer's vivid descriptions of the world around her we

Dreamy, ethereal, and alluring! These words were the best to describe the sight Mina had just witnessed. Standing at the entrance, her hand still holding onto the doorknob, she watched Emma dance elegantly. Her petite body flowed perfectly with the rhythm, reflecting a different kind of aura; Bold, seductive, serene yet innocent.

I should have stayed away from her. My fingers dig into her arms, wanting more. Charlotte pulls away, a smug expression on her face. She looks like a cat who got the cream. Of all the words I could use to describe her, the one most prominent in my mind is “adorable.” My heart is beating wildly in my chest, my wolf nudging me in approval. Mine.