Kenny Mccormick Personality Novels & Stories

"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.

“And you’ve always been reckless. Running after trouble, ruining everything you touch. You think charm will hide your selfishness, but it won’t. No it won’t.” Kieran’s grin thinned into something darker. “Selfish? Maybe. But at least I don’t pretend. You hide behind scripture to excuse the fact that you’re still that boy; hungry, bitter, never satisfied.” Ken’s fists curled in the hand of his mug. “Better a man of restraint than a man of no control.” Kieran’s eyes glittered, dangerous. “Control?” His gaze flicked to me, then back to Ken. “Funny, because I think you’re losing it.”

My grandfather and a lot of his partners then would complain about this 'English dick-headed motherfucker' who's fucking everybody up. He was my role model but I make him look lame, the son of a bitch was a woman magnetic. He'd have every woman, if it suits him. Very dangerous to deal with and he was intelligent as fuck. He was mostly seen with Mr. Marcus Goldman, who's dead too, and Jacob De L' Rosa. Not until they broke up for some reason... ----- Diana Corinne McCoy, She's a devil, no doubt about it. But I'd do anything to get into that skirt.

Are you here to see him? Micky is one of Dante’s posse. She did not dislike the guy, in fact, he was friendly and likable, but mixed in with Dante’s crowd, he took on another persona. He copied their attitude, acting cocky and sleazy as if the world owed him something. On his own, though, he was harmless. If only she could get out of there faster.

“Our background check shows you have no assets whatsoever.” “I’m sure we could come to some arrangement,” I muttered, still looking at MacKenna, because I couldn’t look away. And fuck that other asshole, anyway. He didn’t deserve eye contact after interrupting me like that. MacKenna smiled, a hint of fang showing. No smile in the history of smiles had ever been less friendly, and I stiffened my spine so I didn’t throw myself back in my chair to try to get the hell away from him. I was a Castelli. Castelli alphas didn’t cower, even when they were…meat.

“Again? We already had this conversation, Cara. We met that other day.” “I know. But before then, I had seen you somewhere,” Cara added. He tensed as her brown eyes twinkled with mischief. Maybe she recognised him from a magazine or something. He never stayed in touch with those things, but Camilla did and was always telling him when he was nominated for things as silly as the most handsome man in the US. He said nothing, waiting to hear what she had to say and see how it would affect their budding friendship. “You are the McKenna. Calvin Kyle McKenna.” “The one and only,” Calvin replied dryly. It was a phrase he had heard too many times.

He asked me in disbelief. "Yes, is that a bad thing?" I asked him and he looked at me in shock before slowly shaking his head at me. "No, I'm just shocked because Kenicky doesn't usually show people around, especially not freshers." He uttered with a frown on his forehead. "What does that mean?" I curiously asked him. "Just that he keeps to himself. He's the best in his rank and he even gained the favor of the general. He was our drill sergeant last year- the guy's a dick from what I've gathered." Griff uttered.

Katherine twirled her fork lightly, the aroma of tomatoes wafting through her nose, she said: "This kid! I've already started talking like your father. But until now, have you seen him anywhere?" "Looks like Uncle Macken has been sitting in his room the whole time. I dare not call him." Kenny sighed. He was a little worried about Macken, whom he considered to be his kindest, most respectful teacher. Although Macken and Katherine are father and son, their personalities are quite different. If Katherine is a molten lava fire ready to burn anything in its path, Macken is bare, as hard as a boulder. He is taciturn and rather intimidating at times, but never loudly yells or gets angry at others.

It was the most New York thing I'd ever heard. Kenny's territory covered the Upper East Side and parts of Midtown. His pack was forty strong, and every single one of them understood their role in maintaining his visibility. Appearances at the right events. Presence in the right rooms. A constant low hum of social dominance that kept his name in conversations and his power at its peak. And me. I was the centerpiece of it. Not because Kenny had planned it that way from the beginning. Or maybe he had. I still wasn't sure. But what I understood eight months in was that my particular brand of human visibility was more valuable to him than anything supernatural he could manufacture.

Connor He laughs. "I understand, but you have a hard time trusting anybody, Connor. Everyone thinks you are this fun-loving, light-hearted man, but you are just a grumpy thirty-year-old who thinks nothing will go according to plan if he isn't the one making the plan." "Then you don't communicate why you want to do things a particular way, leaving me in the dark and left scrambling to cover for you." I shrug, losing interest in the content of the document. I make a mental note to rewrite the things that don't sit well with me before giving Ken my full attention.