Fun Personalities Novels & Stories

He is a good, serious person whom I trust in every condition. Sammy darling, she's the heart of our group. Black hair with red highlighter, bold and confident personality. She's the person whom I call when I feel not right. Lily, my other darling, she's with a golden heart. Never complain about her life, like sunshine. Wear specks with chubby cheeks and a shy personality. She holds me when I want to cry.

“And what do you think my type of car is?” “Your personality is coarse, untamed.” He gave a pointed look at my ruffled uniform. “I’d say you are more of a Porsche man.” Before I could snort again, this time in amusement, he continued. “Of course, you’re also laid back, nonchalant. You like to defy the rich, even if you are the rich. I’d imagine you would get something that could barely run, one that was covered with rust. Just as a bold protest against your birthright. You’d be as happy as punch.”

She said glaring at him over the rim of her glass. “I don’t care if you have an attitude but these questions will be answered.” “Next,” she said snappishly. “How old are you now?” “Twenty eight and my birth day are in November.” “What is your favorite color?” “Blue,” “Do you like me?” he asked pointedly. “I am still evaluating your personality.” She said looking sideways at him. “Explain your personality to me Sammy.” He challenges. She leaned back in the chair suddenly a faraway look. “Who am I? This was my personality created out of fear. Allow me to introduce myself. I am twenty eight. My skin is flawless and it’s not the result of artificial products. My brown eyes are currently glaring

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

“Your point?” “I can’t tell if you're teasing or serious,” he says. “Your eyes shine when you’re being mischievous. Dat’s the only way I can tell.” “I feel joy. It’s a little muted, but I feel it. Maybe not the way you do,” I reply with a shrug of my shoulders. “It’s different since I’m married to personality disorders and sociopaths. I’ve learned from you o’r da years ‘bout psychopathy,” Tee replies.

he added. I really don’t like this person. He’s always been like this. So full of complaints. He often criticizes my answers. I’ve worked with many engineers, and so far, none of them have disrespected me the way he does. They’re good people. It’s just this one who managed to get into our company. We should really start adding character and personality as qualifications next time.

I question her once again rather confusedly. “Your personality determines who you are. If you are a fighter if you’re a quitter if you’re a pacifist. It’ll show us your potential for the future, who you can become. It also shows us your nature, if you’re good or evil, or even neutral.” She explains in a more clear way. “Oh.” That is all I can say realizing what she was trying to say. “So what’s gonna be your theme?” She asks happily. I think for some minutes while she’s chatting away and showing me the pictures of the photo album. And then, I thought of the perfect theme.

In short, what I like about my personality is my transparency," I explained as Quadri gave out a small clap which I scoffed at, as he winks at me. Others spoke as well and Khaleed was the last person to talk. Khaleed scratched his head as he kept looking at me. "Ok, speak on. I don't bite," I said as he chuckled. "What I love about my personality is that I am a player," he blurted out raising his hands dramatically. The shout of 'THE BAD BOY' rented through the air, making him smile. They started clasping each other's hands wearing those stupid smiles on their faces.

"The moment you became my personal assistant, you turn to be a benevolent, thoughtful, and passionate one. A totally boring personality. " I gasped as my jaw dropped in disbelief. Don't tell me that he found it disgusting? "I abundantly nurtured this personality for you. How dare you!" I was already risking my job right now but I couldn't just back out after what I just heard. Sir Sebastian let out a deep chuckle as he gazed at me with mischief in his eyes. "You should stick to a feisty, combative, and full of energy just like the day I interrogated you. And also that side you showed me right now."

Twice he stops himself. Good. Let restraint hurt. At eleven-thirty Mandy corners me by the pie case while I am loading clean forks into the tray. "Okay," she whispers, "I have assigned them personalities." "Please don't." "Too late. Suit Guy is serial killer Santa. Broody One is forest divorce. Other wolf is a hall monitor with abs." Despite everything, my mouth twitches. "You are a menace." "I am a student of human nature." She peeks toward the booths. "Forest divorce keeps looking at you like he ate a land mine."