Fictional Characters With Adhd Novels & Stories

They looked at each other and nodded and they felt it was necessary for them to know the truth. " I have something to say to all of you", said the principal. Everyone looked at him wondering what he wanted to say to them. "Kelly is my daughter and Sharon is my wife", said John and paused looking at everyone and continued, "Kelly is mildly suffering from ADHD, even though she is normal; she learns everything quickly and understands everything she likes faster than anyone, but she forgets everything quickly if she doesn't practice it or remember it on regular periods of time, she is a genius at creating cyborg mods and controlling mod energy as she has practiced it all her life, but she has hy

ADA's plan was to use a narrative that resonated with Francheska's memories, triggering her consciousness within Andrea. "Imagine yourself standing in a familiar place," ADA began, her digital voice soothing. "A place that holds memories, emotions, and sensations. Allow yourself to feel the nostalgia, the joy, and the pain." Andrea's eyes fluttered closed she think that if she protest maybe they will hurt her so she followed., her breathing slowing as she immersed herself in the narrative. ADA continued, weaving a tale that echoed Francheska's experiences, from her struggles in school to her relationships with loved ones.

When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration.

Raven hissed and Jade only raised her middle finger at her before leaving. Shoving a bacon into her mouth, her face clouded in a deep frown. " I'm not attending any interview. I'll just stay here playing video games and stuffing myself with pizza all day long" She mumbled. " But before that..." She said standing up. " I need more bacon" ×. ×. × Holden can be seen seated on a sofa, with a bottle of alcohol on the table and a cup half filled on his hand. Sitting on a sofa opposite Holden was a middle aged man who looked just like Holden but an older version of him.

But they're gonna get another thing coming; Hunter basically doesn't take other people's bullshit and he's not gonna start now. To make him more charming, he has practiced mixed martial arts since he was young, and has won a lot of golden medals; but he doesn't fight back when the bullies try to beat him up, he only just dodges to not let one of them end in a hospital. Adrien on the other hand is 17 and an egocentric jock. He's really handsome, charming with the ladies, not that smart and full of himself. But, he's not like every jock. You see, he may act all tough and intimidating; but, he's actually a childish, sweet and adorable big baby. And overall, way to trusting

The psychiatrist started his long lecture again. "you mean I am so desperate to get a girlfriend that I created one in my dreams?" Eiden laughed at his words, "Nice one!" He gave him a thumbs up. The doctor just shrugged at him, Eiden shook his head, 'What will he do when I tell him he's just a character? Poor you, you don't even know that,' he looked at him with pitiful eyes. 'But I guess not knowing is less pitiful than knowing,' He sighed, 'I'm the most pitiful here, at least they are living their life peacefully,' He shook his head.

“So, you let Michael force you into marriage because you really would have nothing if he destroyed it.” “I had to make a living I could be proud of and comfortable with. At that time, I didn’t believe I’d find anyone who could accept me as I am. Whatever that meant. I didn’t know I had ADHD and I’d little understanding of who I was. Well, beyond a failure. My books took the place of writing in a journal for therapy. Fantasy was easier to deal with than the bitter truth. That’s the truth.” “That’s why you’re quoted saying it surprised you anyone wanted to read your writing. Because no one wanted to address it. Are you settling for Michael because he’s familiar and the father of your child?”

Arthur hesitated. “It's my order, Arthur, you wanted to disobey me,” Adler growled low-key, sharp eyes shooting in anger. Franklyn shuddered to see this side of the elder. Wasn't he always flirty and childish? Did he just hide it from Franklyn? But soon, he gazed at Franklyn, who was leaning against the door frame,e, and he smiled at Franklyn. Franklyn jolted, straightened up his pose, and smiled back. This man had bipolar disorder.

“It is fiction. These characters must have fantasised about having foreplay and sex like this, so in their mind, they have created the person that doesn’t exist and accept whatever happens afterwards with character growth.” Hayden sat up and looked at me, his gaze intense. “But doesn’t it feel wrong in some way? What if we had first met, and I thought of you as some maid and you thought of me as that stable boy?” “It’s not about us. That is fiction—” “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introduced myself as a Navy Seal as soon as we started talking?” No, I would have run away. “Well, of course.” I asked, “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introdu

“Talk to me. What are you feeling right now, honestly?” He was quiet for long enough that I thought he might deflect. Adrian’s default when things got too close was to redirect to the practical, to the next step, to whatever task was immediately in front of him. Seven years hadn’t changed that particular habit. But he didn’t deflect. “I keep thinking about the night I met her,” he said quietly. “A charity gala. She was standing by the window, this particular angle of light, and I remember thinking she was the most composed person in the room. Like nothing could touch her.” A pause. “Now I know why. Nothing was touching her because none of it was real. The composure was a costume.” His voice