Funny Personality Traits Novels & Stories

“Oh, it’s not nonsense. You’ve got it written all over you. That whole ‘I’m trying to act like things don't affect me , but everyone can tell’ vibe? Yeah, it’s loud.” “Wow,” I deadpanned. “Your people skills are truly next-level. Have you considered motivational speaking?” “Thought about it,” he replied, completely unbothered. “But I’d probably have to work with people who don’t throw my sarcasm back at me. Where’s the fun in that?” I groaned, throwing my hands up. “Why are you like this?” “Family trait,” he said with , gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “Grandma bakes cookies, I specialize in charming sarcasm for beautiful ladies. We all have our roles.”

Seems the more broody the guy, the crazier the girl has to be. “She must laugh at my jokes,” Ilkay gives his opinion. “Smart … but humble. She’s gotta be soft. A little mentally unstable but nurturing.” Not him, too. I have to get in here. “Look, she can be crazy. A little crazy is hot.” And all women are a little crazy. “But not slash-your-tires crazy,” I say, trying to make a point. I don’t want to date a serial killer. “More like accidentally-flashes-your-friends-and-says-oops crazy.”

Jack hardly had been given fair shots in life. It must have given him the edge that he had a fair complexion and a moderately loud voice that didn’t sound too intellectual but who gets the job done. The boss wanted his inner circle of yes men to be output-oriented without much character; just the mind who could read his thoughts and laugh at his jokes regardless if they’re corny.

I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious irritation. "Oh, as a matter of fact, yes, I do think that I'm funny, and I also think you're a big joke!" I shot back, my tone laced with defiance. He stared at me and I glared back. I hated the way he looked- his hazel eyes, his blond hair, his chiseled jawline and his spartan shoulders. It was infuriating how someone with such a terrible personality could be blessed with such good looks. It seemed like a cosmic injustice. In my opinion, people like him didn't deserve to be attractive. If I were God, I would have made them as ugly as a chimpanzee.

One who is truly fool and ignorant wont have that kind of courage to speak such big things. “You sound so boastful” “But I am just speaking the truth, nothing less than what is the fact” He may sound like that annoying kid who have everything you are wishing of but havig a kind of personality that is less than what any normal goo people would have but why do I feel like this person I am talkking to isn't as annoying as those others in my age? How weird

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

I answered. “You know you could be happy if you chose to be, your still young, good-looking, obviously you’re not poor, you’ve got some things going for you,” she said. “What about my fantastic personality?” I asked her and she laughed. “You have the personality of a goat,” she said. “I know some really cool goats,” I said as she laughed again. “So what would make you happy?” she asked me. “You,” I said without thinking and she sat there not even blinking.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

And without even trying, he made her laugh. But even with all that, she could see right through him. He may have a carefree personality, but that shouldn't be underestimated. He could equally be deadly if he wanted too and she liked that. Just because he's funny, doesn't mean he can be a pushover. Meanwhile, from where Kael stood, he watched them, each laugh, each smile, each everything, making him feel infuriated. He didn't even know why it bothered him so much, but it did.

"Ms. Carter, I want to keep what happened right here from happening again. You're the only person who's come closer to stopping it than my medication ever has." “Again, why me?” “I'm not entirely certain, but I've noticed your…uh… personality has a way of distracting me from the unfavorable elements in this environment.” “My personality? You mean my nuisance, dumbness, recklessness and unprofessionalism? Cause that's basically how you’ve described me.” ​“No,” he said with a faint shake of his head. “I mean full of life, kind, chirpy, clumsy. Naive, chaotic, yes. But real.” One corner of his mouth twitched before he caught himself.