Likes And Dislikes List Novels & Stories

“Start simple.” She thought, chewing her lip. “Likes?” “Yes.” “Rain… soft music, books, long walks. Flowers — roses mostly. And strong coffee.” I smiled slightly. “Dislikes?” “Noise. Lies. Being told what to do.” I chuckled slightly. “I should’ve guessed that one.” She tilted her head. “Your turn.” “My likes?” She nodded. “Sports — running, training, hunting, sparring, tracking, anything to move my blood. Music sometimes.”

"These are the things that she likes: 1. Amusement Park 2. Icecream 3. Songs 4. Coffee 5. Every food present in the 'Lovely food' restaurant. 6. Movie 7. Black and red colours Things that she doesn't like and probably hate: 1. Tea 2. The school canteen food 3. She is afraid of heights, so ferris wheel 4. Green color. I have written whatever I knew by my observations. It's your choice.. If you trust me, you can take this as a peace offering and let's be friends and if you don't.. Then you can just ignore.. But you really don't know what she likes, so I think this can help her. The choice is yours" This message was from Liam. I was shocked. Is he really changed?? I didn't reply and went back t

I suck my teeth loudly. “Dick war later I’m sure it won’t be much of a contest anyway.” They both look at me surprised. I look at the other male.” And no, I wouldn’t like to put it to the test.” He tilts his head, amusement lighting his face. My body heats under his stare despite Damien’s heat clogging the room. “Cool off dude, I don’t feel like melting today.” Real nice blaming my bodily functions on him. Damien’s rolls his shoulders and the steam stops.

“It’s logistics. We live better together.” Raegan had searched her face for a crack in that statement. There wasn’t one. So she stepped inside and that was that. They split groceries. They argued about thermostat settings. They developed a system for dishes that only made sense to them. They labeled shelves not because they needed to, but because it made them laugh. “Marley’s Sensible Snacks” and “Raegan’s Emotional Support Chocolate.” There was no sense that Raegan was occupying space that didn’t belong to her. It belonged to both of them. When they disagreed, and they did, sometimes.. it never turned sharp. They would be sat at the kitchen table for an hour after, talking it through. No ra

Celica pinched her little pigtail and said, "My mommy also likes daddy." Yaacob's expression darkened once again. "You do know there is a difference between 'liking' and 'loving' someone, right? Maybe your mommy likes your daddy because he's good to her and wants to repay him for his kindness. But love is different. Liking is about receiving, while love is about giving. If you really love someone, you won't care if the person you love is good or bad to you. Your love will never waver because of some trivial reason like that."

‍ “Peop‍le stop li⁠ki⁠ng‌ di‍fficu‌‍lt pe‍ople‌.” Li‌a‍m thou‌gh‍t abo‌ut it. ⁠ T‌hen said, “Liking somebody and l‍oving s‌o⁠mebody ar⁠e⁠ n‌‍ot alw‍ays t⁠he same thing.” S⁠he looked confus⁠e‍‍d.‌‌⁠ He smiled‍. ⁠ “‍Ther⁠e wi⁠ll be days p‍e⁠o⁠p⁠le annoy you.”

“Sounds cool, i live football too. I supoort Chelsea.” “Me too.” “What do you not like?” “Um greed, talking too much, social media and short men.” The last aprt wa son purpose and he was kust laughing. “What do you have against short men?” “They arw just down to earth.” “Are you for reals? C’mon, donnot be like that,” “For me, i love working, making money and rim jobs.” “Wow…” “Yeah, i dislike seafoods, long skirts and women who cannot arch properly.”

I pinched her cute, and rosy cheeks as I answered, "My likes are you, yourself, and just you. My dislikes are everything except for you." Charlotte smiled, as she wiped away her tears, and said, "What do you mean? Haha.. So all you like is me?" I nodded and asked, "What about you? What are your dislikes and likes?" Charlotte smiled and said, "My likes are you and my dislikes are—" "Your husband." Charlotte was surprised by my sudden statement. "You dislike your husband, right?" I smiled, closing my eyes like a puppy wagging its tail for its owner.

“What does he like?” “He likes dinosaurs, cheese pizza, and winning arguments. Sound familiar?” Zane tilted his head, his smile wide. “And what doesn’t he like?” “Toothbrushes. Wake up early. And every vegetable except corn, covered in cheese. Without it, he looks at you like you just offered poison.” His brow lifted. “Doesn’t like waking up early,” he murmured, amused. “Like me.” I snorted. “Don’t start with the genetic claims again.”

He leaned against the chair while looking at me. "But I do." "Really?" He smiled devilishly. "Then let's do the compatibility test." He teased me. "Couple compatibility test." I chuckled. "I don't know much about you, but you claim to know everything about me, so I'll take your test today." He winkee "I'm ready." I smirked. "My favourite colour?" "Black." "What don't I like?" "Spicy food." I giggled. "Whom do I love the most in the world?"