Fun Personalities Novels & Stories

“He was charming. Funny. One of those men that makes you laugh before you realize he hasn’t actually answered any of your questions.” “Ah,” I said. “A conversational magician.” “Yes! Exactly. I’d ask what he does for work and somehow we’d be talking about his gym routine.” “Red flag number two,” I said. “Why is his personality protein powder?” She laughed. “Aria, you’re wicked.” “I’m experienced.” “So anyway,” she continued, “we sit down, right? And he goes, ‘I like women who know what they want.’” I raised a brow. “Did he ask what you wanted?”

“But that's a no for me.” Now I was invested. “Why? I think nursing is a cool profession." “Well..” she lifted her face and caught my eyes with a smile that stopped my world. “I prefer being creative than being confined to a hospital, caring for people.” I shrugged, plunging back the hair dryer. “Besides, i don't think I can pull off something like that with my personality.” I stopped and caught her stare. “What's wrong with your personality?” “Nurses are known to be calm and reserved, patient and kind too.”

He nodded and placed an order for a cinnamon roll, an iced Latte for me, and a panna cotta for him. "Do you know something? There is a notion that we can discern someone's personality by the cuisine they eat." "Really?" "Yes, I read this in a book," I responded, nodding. "What is mine?" "Wait." I took out my phone, opened the webpage, and said, "What kind of food do you enjoy? Sweet, sour, fiery, or salty?" "I like sweets." "Okay, um... Sweet food eaters are sociable, agreeable, and enjoyable to be around. You have a lot of friends, you agree with people's decisions, and you keep everyone happy. Wow. It's really true about you."

I rolled my eyes. “Listen lake, I have voices in my head too, but sometimes they like to take charge and just control my body pretty much. I call them personalities and they are very annoying. You met jaymeson, wyatt and Karter. you have never met me though.” I quieted down on that last part. I always felt terrible when people realised they didn’t fall for me but my personalities. She was very quiet until she looked up and blurted “Oh shut up!” with a smile. I was very confused about what was happening. “Sorry, the voices.”

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

It could be because the man was interested in Ilona, ​​who was so cute. "What kind of person is Mr Jason?" Ziyan asked. "Emm, he's funny, friendly, likes to help, not arrogant, loving, and he's also good at boxing! Even though he's a calm, gentle person, he's strong!" said Ilona. Ilona explained as if she knew a lot about her boss. "How do you know that he's strong, Lona? Anyone can like boxing, it's a sport!" Ziyan said dismissively.

I shook my head and grinned because of how cheesy the words she just said. "And guess what? It's as though he possesses two distinct personas that combine to become a whole—a whole wonderful person. He's both calm and loud, and he appears to be unable to break plates but secretly likes dark genres. He pretends to be uninterested in his studies, and he appears to be a stubborn guy at times. Still, he genuinely cares about everyone and everything, and he made me so proud earlier this day when he stood up for my friend and risked bruising his gorgeous face."

Most people would say they were quiet with people they hardly knew and were their normal fun and bubbly selves with people they were comfortable with. But for Bolaji, it was more complex than that. Bolaji believed he had two personalities. There was the quiet, sullen Bolaji and there was the fun-loving playful Bolaji. And he wasn’t sure which was the “real” him. Moreover, he usually decided what Bolaji he would display for a particular person or situation. Generally, sullen Bolaji appeared for his father, the periods when he was home, and anytime a teacher decided to grace his class with their presence. Fun Bolaji appeared with his younger sister, his friends, and formerly, his ex, Amanda.

I started telling her about me. “I have Angel, she was the sweetest. She was like a child. She was my younger self. The other one was Ali, she loves playing the piano and enjoys being with our family. Elizabeth was cold and distant but she’s nice. She values friendship and love being the girls. Camila was the crazy one. She has red eyes and she doesn’t really care about others feelings but she was my protector. She’s fearless and a fighter. The last girl. The one that you met last time was Aliya. I don’t really know much about her but she’s also one of my other personalities.” I continued, I hope introducing them to her would lessen her fears towards me. “I’m not scared of you.” She finally