Fun Personalities Novels & Stories

"I didn't like her. She wasn't a nice person, and a little too butch-y for me, anyway. And I need to be able to be a goof around my partner. It's an important part of my personality." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can't imagine that. You're always so serious." Sandy smirked at me, running a finger over my hand. "Can't be serious all the time. I'd explode." "I think I'd like to see that." "Oh, you will, promise."

But before she can even reach for my zip, she tenses her eyes flickering, and she stands up, her eyes back to hazel, but they are filled with anger and I’m pretty certain this time I am not the biggest target of her anger. Which is good, women give me a headache when they shout. “Ah, my viper is back.” “You…” she clenches her jaw having an internal battle and I’m sure she’s not happy with her wolf. “So you have two personalities. Here we do too.” “Oh?” she frowns. “Yes, those who are considered mental.” I mock, making her glare. “But I like her. She was so sweet, and possibly would have taken care of me way better than you could.” I taunt, looking down at the bulge in my pants.

I gritted my teeth, feeling my anger simmering inside of me. "This is Nadia and her name is not ‘loser’, you fat-headed Barbies. And unlike you, Lucille, she actually has a personality." Lucille snorted and her friends, as if they were clones erupted in a chorus of giggles right after she did. Oh, please! “A personality? Says the girl who wears mismatched socks! Honestly, Nimue, it's no wonder you can only attract losers like her." “Oh, shut up, Lucille," I put my hands on my hips. "At least I have a friend. What do you have? A bunch of mindless followers who have no functioning brain of their own and …"

Then, she asked, "Finley, didn't you see the news from before? Giselle had never done anything wrong." Hearing that, Zachary added to Caroline's words, "Finley, you're a good person. Charlotte's the one with a problematic personality. You should surf the web more often instead of focusing on your work too much like Chester. Otherwise, you're going to lose out on life with too little information."

"Excuse you? You can't even own up to your mistakes now?" “Stop being egoistic, Mr. Michael Monte. It doesn't suit your personality." He burst out in laughter, hitting his fist on the table, and I joined him in scorn. Urrgh! He was super annoying. Just then, the two ladies who had killed my morale earlier, walked up to us, beaming. One of them flipped her fingers at my face, like a fish, in greeting. Was she trying to show off her expensive perfectly manicured nails? I wondered. “Hullo. Bonnie, right? From La Monte Luxuries?" She asked fluffily.

“Can you see calling me Tom instead of 466?” “No, and I’m guessing you’re some form of canine species. It may set you apart from others but I don’t believe that’s a bad thing.” He seemed surprised again. “I’m impressed you’re not lying to me by denying I’m different.” “I’m not a big fan of deceit. I’m a psychologist. I’m here to counsel you. I deal in truths and emotions. Lying and playing games would only hurt you. I want to help. Have you ever considered taking a name? Some of your people have chosen to take names that aren’t typical. Names that reflect emotions they identify with or things they discover they love. You’re more than just a number.”

"Actually...all It's right." "I heard he was a heartless guy, but the rumors appear to be overdone." He would undoubtedly know that what he stated was accurate if he could see how Wills Waltson rejected girls and cleaned up his subordinates. But she counted herself fortunate because the Wills Waltson she knew was a nice guy who was easy to get along with. "Humans have two personalities. This person may be difficult to get along with for others, but to him, this person is precisely the same as himself."

He had managed to lead a pretty fun and entertaining conversation, despite having to deal with Rosie’s uncanny sort of demeanor. I found myself fixating on certain messages where he seemed particularly crafty. He sounded like a fun person to talk to and I wondered if he would maintain the same sense of clever confidence in person that he had shown online. The ones with strong online personalities and a weak physical presence were the worst. Then again, whatever personality he had put forth online was immediately more than any effort of mine. Any idea he had of my personality was fabricated. In all my days of writing a dating blog, I had never imagined I would be following a blueprint laid do

poor. What do you want to order—coffee, tea, or me?" Andre joked and changed the topic. "Just coffee; I might throw up if I choose you," answered Maria, who burst out laughing. "You're terrible! You're harsh to me, sister," André joked. Even though he knows he is five years ahead of the other person, his true personality is bubbly, but the people he shows this to are limited. Mostly, they know Andre as having a serious, cold-toned voice and a grumpy one. But the truth is, he is so jolly, and he has a sense of humor. "Hey! You're ugly; what kind of sister are you there? You're five years ahead of me," said Mommy Mari. he said. "If you shout, it's not obvious. I'm still looking fresh an

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°