Likes And Dislikes List Novels & Stories

As she washed her face, Jade walked in on her. "So..... Jake. Is he like your cousin?" She asked with so much inquisitiveness. "He is my cousin...so what?" Dahlia said "No need to be rude...ugh! Anyways, I'm interested in him. What are his likes and dislikes?" "Let me see....his likes... people that are not you and dislikes people that are you" "How dare you!"

I asked angrily. “Well, you’ve been crying and begging for my compliments today after knowing well that I was adamant in giving it,” Logan concluded. “It was because I—” “Let it be, Amber. I know well about your behaviors but not your likes and dislikes. What are your likes and dislikes?” “Well, since you want to know them that bad. I really like men who respect and compliment ladies. And I dislike men who don't know how to,” I said, wearing an angry look on my face.

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Then, as if breaking a spell, he leans back and folds his arms, his smirk softening as if soaking in my laughter. We keep talking, the conversation flowing easily, naturally, like a gentle current pulling us along. I learn more about him—things that make him feel like a person separate from the shadow of Rowan. He loves motorcycles, while I still harbor a deep fear of them, convinced they’re the most dangerous way to get anywhere. He thinks unicorns look better shaved than furry, a mental image that makes me laugh so hard I nearly fall off the car booth. In conclusion, most of his likes are what Rowan disliked, and his dislikes are what Rowan loved.

Or love someone. " That's ridiculous," I scoffed once again. " The same way you'd have reasons why you'd hate someone. Same goes for liking someone," " Okay fine," I sighed, exhausted with this back and forth, partially because I was worn out and needed to get to bed and partially because I was getting really irritated by this conversation. " I guess, I like how she walks and talks and ....wears her hair and cooks nice meals and....her eyes, I love how blue they are and her lips....so full and ....plump and... kissable.....and how she looks without her glasses -"

"And I like you too, very much." Our day ended like that. We talk about the small things that we like and not. I learned that Bullet don't like take out food, he prefer home made cook. He don't like too much sweets, he don't like his hands and foot nails getting dirty. He don't want to talk with everyone.

COULDN'T YOU JUST HAVE FOUND A WAY TO TALK TO ME? I LOVE LIAM AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE! UNFORTUNATELY! I'M NOT GUYS IF YOU ARE IN NEED AND WANT TO HAVE SOMEONE NEAR. FUCK, I DON'T WANT A BROTHER IN LUGGAGE, WHO FOR ME HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE VILLAIN IN THE STORY AND A FATHER I DON'T KNOW. I WANT PEACE, I WANT YOU TWO OUT OF HERE. How nice to say it out loud. - Is she always like this?

As if reading my mind, Cupid spoke. "Oh, we don't follow what our users tend to type as their likes and dislikes on the app. Most people tend to be dishonest filling those but it's hard to hide who you truly are in your texts and social media handles. About Mr. Edmond, don't you worry, I will be having a similar talk with him." "And what if Mr. Edmond refuses to comply? Even after you've used your means?"

He was such a professional stalker but he didn't mention my last dislike, Mitchell. "What about you? Your likes and dislikes." I rested my back against the car's chair comfortably. "I love gyming, it's clearly obvious, also jogging, reading. And, I loved flirting with girls but stopped it all because of you." He smiled slyly. "I hate…" he trailed off then cleared his throat, "baked foods especially cakes and cookies and I hate it when men try to flirt with you or when anyone tries to hurt you, my Eve." He said seriously with clenched fists.

She frowned, clearly unimpressed. “Pretty much, yeah.” I shrugged, but she scrunched her nose even more. “Those are questions for... teenagers. Sounds so...” She shook her head in disapproval. Seriously? “I don’t have favorites. I like a lot of things—colors, food, music, movies... You name it. At some point, you become a slave to your favorites, and you can’t enjoy life as it comes. So, I don’t do favorites.” She explained herself with a bit of a shrug. I hummed in response, processing her words.