Funniest Mbti Novels & Stories

I pouted even more, too drained to argue anymore. He smirked. “You look super cute when you sulk. Keep that up till tomorrow, okay? Ahahaha!” He laughed like a cartoon villain and sped off before I could throw a sandal at him. “Ugh, he’s so annoying!” I grumbled, watching him ride off. I thought Mbin was the most irritating one, but turns out there’s someone even worse! Hasan the Snitch, traitor of the year!

Uriel reflected the same beam just as bright, shouting an array of sounds whilst Erin joined in. "Thank you, Rin. You actually aren't that braindead," he complimented, whilst Erin just flirtishly winked in response. "I am the Park Erin, the ENFJ, I'm good at everything," he stated as if it were a beyond irrefutable, evident fact. "Alright, pack it up, Park. If you're going to use your MBTI for everything, I'm going to cry myself to sleep," he sulked humorously. Gazing at the clock, alert spread into his body, as he frantically got up.

When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter. He burst out laughing. "To think the Alpha of Silvercrest pack would end up in this state! It seems Luna Elena is truly the one fated for you—the one who would subdue you. There's no running away from her." A priceless mug flew toward him in a perfect projectile motion. Cameron swiftly caught it, lamenting, "Hey, I'm not the one breaking your heart. Don't let it out on me!" A document folder was flung at him next.

He sent a crying emoji next to it. Over the past couple of hours, I've been able to tell the difference in personalities between the Triplets. Jace was the most down-to-earth and funniest. He could make a joke out of most things and I assumed that he was the easiest to talk to. Jackson was always flirting in the most direct or sometimes vague way. He had this hard-to-get exterior but maybe it had something to do with the mate bond but he was softer towards me.

I have a rare disorder that sets me apart from my pack; I have multiple wolves within me. Max has a likable character. He's very funny and charming. Whenever he takes over, I become the most funny and charming person ever. He's also a food lover and can go to great lengths to get food. He once made me eat from a little girl's lunch on a bus because he was hungry. I nearly died of embarrassment. Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous.

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous! This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Why was today the day everyone decided to attack me emotionally? I typed carefully so I wouldn’t embarrass myself: ME: its okay i was busy too ME: and yeah i missed talking too you lol Immediately I regretted the “lol.” Why do I type like a malfunctioning toaster? MAX: you’re kind of cute when u type like that not going to lie I stared at that message for a solid ten seconds, then grabbed a pillow and screamed into it like a dying squirrel. My legs were kicking the air. My soul was doing somersaults.

“Miss Preeti Ma’am said creativity is good!” “Creativity is one thing,” her father said. “You drew a stick figure next to the formula and gave it earrings.” Even Aariz, silent and sharp as always, felt the corner of his mouth twitch. So that’s what Miss Trouble was hiding behind all that drama — a report card that barely survived. Downstairs, Timtim groaned loudly and flopped into a chair. “You’re harassing me emotionally. I’m just built differently. Einstein failed too!” Her mother deadpanned, “Einstein didn’t get 36 in Maths.”