Free Spirited Personality Novels & Stories

“Why, thank you.” “I mean it. You’re so handsome, Kip. So gorgeous. How come you’re not married with six kids right now?” Because I was waiting for you. I don’t say it. But I think it. Instead, I say, “I’m a free spirit.” She laughs, turning me around so she can soap my back. “That you are, my friend.” I lean on the glass and let her stroke the sponge over my shoulders and down my spine. Then she gets to my butt and spends an inordinate amount of time soaping it.

she said, frustration clearly evident on her pinched features. "Maybe…" I uttered in a squeaky voice and scratched my cheek because I was stalling to think what I should say next. I agreed that Shivaay could get candid but that's just him and those traits make up his personality. If everybody steers clear from a person because of their flaws then nobody would be caring about anybody in this world. "Maybe, that's just the way he rolls," I finished sheepishly, quoting his own words. "Yeah, right," she answered sarcastically.

With his focus still on Chance, he hesitantly replies, “Uhm… Well… I’m not sure. If someone is interested, he may overlook his feisty personality.” I quickly plaster on a smile while I choke down my laughter that trying to bubble up. The scene from the resort comes rushing back to me as Chance snorts. “I don’t have a feisty personality. I have a very amiable personality. If you would open your eyes, you could see that.” My eyebrows shoot up as I stare across the table at him. Sometimes, I swear he doesn’t realize what he is saying. Or maybe in this case he does.

SSHS 193 Hestia observed the paranoid Fourth Year student for a moment as she sat down with her. Freya’s eyes were frantic, looking from left to right and back and forth as if she was weary of something or someone--- as if she was being cautious of her surroundings--- as if there was danger lurking around her and she was being cautious of it. This made Hestia concerned of the mentality of the senior cheerleader. This is not like her at all. Freya is that social butterfly who was always seen smiling and cheerful, ready to greet everyone with a smile and spread positivity to the others. And yet the Freya in front of her was the opposite of the usual Freya. A tap on her right shoulder and the s

"I am not praising myself. I am actually trying to tell you the kind of person that I am because, it is obvious you don't know anything about me. By the way if I may ask, if someone asks you to describe my personality just tell me what you would answer the person" "Is this a test or what?" "Not really a test, just answer me, so that I will clarify you, because it seems you are mistaking all my actions" "Okay fine, let me try and answer your question. Anyways, if someone asked me to describe your kind of person. I will be able to say that you are a disciplinarian, always talking with authority, loves respect so much, harsh most times and you are always serious. It's hard for you to laugh"

He didn’t have to worry about tripping over his best friend, pissing him off, or playing by anyone else’s rules but his own. That appealed to him. It appealed a damn lot. He’d always known that people misunderstood his personality. Looking at the three of them, Gabe, Jace and Ash, people assumed Ash was the easygoing one. The “I don’t give a fuck” kind. Laid-back. Maybe even a pushover. They were all wrong.

Her focus was now upon my friend. “I am good, thanks.” She said politely. The girl was so clearly a people pleaser. I hated those sorts of people. Though, admittedly, I was an Alpha, I was meant to be out there doing my own thing. Being me. Stubborn. Independent. A mind of his own. Running my pack the way I saw fit. Out to please nobody.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

Done “Live pious, pure, strong, companion, gentle, dear, simple, affectionate, gentle, peaceful, chaste, loyal, loyal, alive, patient, content, ascetic, innocent, cheerful, friendly, spontaneous, kind, gentle, generous, Authentic, happy, lovely, laughing, cheerful.” . .

"No!!! I can't forget about them!! Why don't they like me? What's wrong with me aunt?!! Am I not likable, don't I deserve to be liked or loved huh?!!!" "Sit," I sat on my bed and cried silently "what are your five top Best personalities?" She wiped my tears and I sniffled. "Uhm," I started thinking hard when I couldn't think if any I started to think that's why people don't want to be friends with me "I'm honest." That counts right. I feel so much relief that I have at least one good quality. "And...." "I'm trustworthy, empathic, compassionate, friendly." I stared at my laps and I wondered if I'm truly any of those things.