Funny Personality Traits Novels & Stories

Jessy chuckled at his words. "Still hot from the oven." Alan laughed at that joke. "Great. I can't wait to eat you," I said with a skeptical, flat tone. I taunted him after hearing how annoying this man was to Fenella. But apparently, they didn't care about the mockery. They both laughed even louder, thinking it was a funny joke. According to Fenella's story, I know that Alan is an annoying boss. He's like all bosses out there. Temperamental, arbitrary, demanding, with a strange sense of humor, and a party animal. Not once or twice have I faced bosses like that in my office.

She exclaimed, giggling “You, Lola, resident badass princess slash queen of New York, this I must share with the others” I gasped into my phone “Don’t you dare” Her response is to cackle like a witch. This woman. So maybe my personality is a tiny bit contradicting, I can be both shy about things like sex and be bold when I’m standing up for myself and my friends. I’m human for goodness sake.

“So, are you already trying to profile me?” I chuckle. “I profiled you months ago, Jimmy.” “People change.” He defends feigning offence “You didn’t.” I chirp in. “Okay then. Humour me. What’s your profile?” I duck my head and grin. This feels like my first patient. “I think that you’re a guy who feeds off humour. Maybe it’s been your way of getting out of unpleasant situations in the past.” “That’s quite an accurate profile. That’s All You’ve Looked at?”

“They were like that?” “They’re both geniuses, but meh, it’s like I have to maintain something that isn’t really me if I have to be with either one of them.” Of course I had to put myself out there. “I am boring. It all boils down to a lot of guys liking you and will like you.” “I don’t get it though.” “Why do guys like you?” “Yeah. I wouldn’t like me if I were a dude.” “Because?” “I know I’m weird. My personality depends on the day. I’m awkward and I know I look like a scarecrow right now.”

William said coolly. That’s what he liked William. Aside from his cool and being cheerful, he had lots of wisdom to share. One look, one could say he’s a happy go lucky guy who was always smiling with a cute dimple but if you stared at him for a little longer, one could see a deep person with a mysterious and hidden personality.

He said "Can you give me five positive and five negative traits about yourself?' Oh the dreaded question even if it was twisted a bit... "Yes, sir. My positive traits are, I am honest, determined, persevere, adaptable, quick-witted and ambitious, " I replied. "My negative traits are...well as much as I don't think of myself as someone with lots of those, I've been told and also observed that I am fickle-minded, lazy, intolerant, high tempered and a bit clumsy," "If you're lazy then why are you here? You must be aware that there is no place for laziness in a secretarial job. Even you agreed that this is a fast-paced job," He challenged.

- I speak slightly irritated - This I can even believe, that you are sincere and do not like to lie. But that doesn't mean you're honest with yourself or that you don't make mistakes. - He says and I get up irritated going to him with prey. He leaves the cell and closes the door.. - Impulsive aggressive. Not a good personality trait - It says behind the door while holding the bars after I tried to open it. - Sometimes I may have approached just to face and face. - I say serious

Arrogant, Stubborn, Impulsive, Indecisive, Feisty; Creative, Intelligent, Impatient, Short-tempered, Passion, Courage, Pride. My fingers had stopped to deliberate deeper into my personality traits. I frowned at the list, feeling slightly unimpressed. It should be longer than a toilet paper roll. I am an Empress and now half Luna. I should have all the best qualities available in the universe. I had rummaged through every corner of my brain to produce more. My brain has reached its limits. Any suggestions, Ella? I asked the drowsing serpent. She grunts flaps her tail and dozes off without so much as a word.

she asks, her back to me, "If 'guys who take care of themselves are hot' is not good enough for you, what is?" "I don't know, Boss, maybe... 'for men who don't give a shit'?" I try with a tired laugh because I can't think of anything, but then it sparks an actual thought, "No, wait, maybe. Like... something funny would make me turn and see." "Something funny," Ana murmurs as she writes, nodding, "Well... 'Not caring' is a male trait. Also, being dumb." I laugh at that chirp. She's not wrong.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.