Descriptive Traits Novels & Stories

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

I pictured him right now as a portrait in my room. His perfectly combed hair which he had surprisingly not messed up yet, his unbuttoned shirt which exposed his tattoo and amazing body, and that pantie dropping lopsided smile. Bloody hell, I wanted him there and then in every filthy way imaginable. “Describe me in three words.” He breathed, clenching his hand into a fist over the table. “Hot. Ruthless. Powerful.” My choices made him switch back to that sinful smirk. “For you, I’d say sexy, sadistic and hot headed.”

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

The app then responded with: | WE’RE NOT NECESSARILY FANS OF HOROSCOPE, BUT HERE’S A LIST OF PERSONALITY DIMENSIONS WE CAN START WITH. PLEASE UNCHECK THOSE THAT DON’T APPLY TO YOU (IF ANY). ü TENACIOUS ü CALM ü SENSITIVE ü CLINGY | Kate thought about it for a while. Oddly enough, she WAS paradoxically sensitive and calm AND tenacious and calm. Worst of all, as much as she hated to admit it, she was clingy. As clingy as a Queen Crab with lobster-sized pincers.

She kept her gaze on the man. If she's going to describe the man in front of her, the description of him as tall, dark, and handsome would fit him. He also has this jolly aura around him that, even if he isn't always smiling, he always seems to be smiling. And because of that, he looks very approachable.

(She knows how she feels, and that particular feeling will be going with her to her grave. “You think I’m pretty.” “I certainly do. Among many other things. Pretty, certainly, though the mere word fails to hold up in comparison to the real thing. Strong,” he continues, “brave, and stubborn, and feisty. Sensitive and so very, very sweet. No one is ever just one thing. Except, perhaps, for me in this very moment.” Isabella’s mouth goes desert-dry at the way Archibald’s voice lowers with every word to a gorgeous, dangerous croon. “And what—” she swallows hard, “what are you right now?”

I could tell that there was a smirk at the curve of his lips which would eventually turn to a smile. "You got yourself a princess, what type?" "The type to wear flowy gowns and sing to animals." I slapped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh at his description of me, "She's the most alluring person I have ever met. She's kind-hearted, charming, beautiful, clumsy, and cute. She's a bubble of goodness and I do not deserve her." You deserve me, idiot! I wanted to scream at him and make him memorize the words so he won't question what we feel for each other and how much I cherish him.

Suddenly, he furrows his eyebrows. "How are men from your previous pack? Could you describe them for me?" "Smelly. Greedy. Ugly." These three words were enough to describe the men I've lived with. My step brother and father. "I don't think greediness becomes a factor for looks, sweet cakes." Pressing his nose into my hair, I feel like a cat trying to purr. I want to turn into a cat. For him. He makes me feel so many emotions Desmond has failed to.

" What the fuck is that?" " It's a kind of personality trait that involves subclinical inability to identify your feelings or other people's feelings and also the inability to express yourself or describe your emotions. You feel it but you can't exactly say how you feel it. Also, something that would make an average person sad wouldn't really bother you. " " How did you come to that conclusion?" " Dude, I asked you about your mom and all you say is ' she's a mean lady, you don't wanna know' whilst groaning and finding the right words to describe her" he said with a smile followed by an eye roll at my obvious surprise.