Neutral Traits Novels & Stories

Not through confusion. Through calm observation. “I don’t feel anything anymore.” My chest tightened instantly. “What?” I sent sharply. The reply came slower. Measured. “I feel… balanced.” My stomach dropped. That wasn’t balance. That was flattening. Emotion stripped down into neutrality. No fear. No pain. No trust either. Just… absence of conflict. Nathan swore under his breath. “He’s erasing emotional variance,” he said. My eyes widened slightly. “No he’s standardizing response.”

The app then responded with: | WE’RE NOT NECESSARILY FANS OF HOROSCOPE, BUT HERE’S A LIST OF PERSONALITY DIMENSIONS WE CAN START WITH. PLEASE UNCHECK THOSE THAT DON’T APPLY TO YOU (IF ANY). ü TENACIOUS ü CALM ü SENSITIVE ü CLINGY | Kate thought about it for a while. Oddly enough, she WAS paradoxically sensitive and calm AND tenacious and calm. Worst of all, as much as she hated to admit it, she was clingy. As clingy as a Queen Crab with lobster-sized pincers.

or men. They were all breathtaking. The other girl had blonde bob, making her look fierce and cute at the same time. She was too far to tell the colour of her eyes. She stood tall and had a model-like figure clad in an elegant dress that complemented her curves. The two boys were similar in looks, brothers maybe. They were both tall and a bit buff with brown hair, though not the same shade. They all stood straight with an aura that screamed power. I wonder who they were.

Completely bare. Maybe they don’t share similar features...But there is a trait they definitely share. Kindness.

"I want you to practice your pervertions on your time because in case you haven't noticed we have an assignment to finish!" Before I can say something or try apologizing again, she starts again, "So just pay attention to me for the next few minutes, do I make myself clear?" She asks sharply, her eyes digging into mine. I'm too intimated to contradict her so I just nod and force my brain to momentarily stop thinking about Kristen so I can focus on the assignment at hand. Ironically, it's a write-up about the use of tone and the difference between being negative and positive. And considering that my partner is a mega bitch who sucks at communicating and is negative towards anyone she interacts

Even when Greyson misbehaved with me, again, she took his side instead of mine. Why my feelings don't matter to anyone? I feel like I am some kind of object which others want to use as per their wish. My mother thinks I am some kind of trophy which she has earned and wants me to display in front of her so-called friends. And wants me to behave like her to add more to her status. On the other hand, Greyson thinks I am an object which he needs to own or has a claim over it. While that bastard thought he had a right to attempt to touch me since he has put money in my mother's business.

How come I didn't notice them before, His nerves were popping up and Tattoos on his fingers speak of trouble, on his left hand's little finger, has a skull and thick arrow with star lines inside and at the corner " blame "was written in beautiful curving writing. On the other finger, there was a big thick scissor and at the left corner of the finger, there was "hate "written in block letters. The middle one has feature dripping black dots below it was eye-catching and beautiful, at the left corner of the finger "love" was written in cursive writing

Sean hesitated for a moment but still could not fight off the curiosity as he followed Joshua up the stairs. In the study, Neil was sitting in the corner as he read his book quietly, whereas Nigel was looking at different laptops and concentrating on writing his code. Both of them had the same appearance, but their aura was different. Neil was gentle and warm, akin to a ray of sunshine. On the contrary, Nigel was calm, indifferent, and mature.