Personality Quirks Novels & Stories

As soon as she closes the door, I grab my phone from my pocket and message Logan to see if he got through to Beth. He takes his sweet ass time to reply, and I start doing some work. This is ridiculous how much paperwork I need to read and sign. I still don’t understand how my father did it all. He had assistants and seconds in command everywhere, but I am too paranoid about allowing anyone to deal with important business. I like things done my way. I am particular about certain things, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I tried looking for help and do some therapy, but it never got sorted. They say I am not OCD, but I have traits. Small quirks that I can’t get rid of.

My therapist tells me that I have an addictive personality, and I think he just might be right. I get to the sunbed with only seconds to spare; I have always been serious in keeping my body tanned. In fact, my hair should always be the perfect color with a slight tint of highlights, have a perfect french manicure, and a well kept Brazilian wax. I have a tight well-shaped ass, decent size perky tits, and by far awesome abs. One can say I am vain; others call me a slut even sometimes a whore. I say if you got it, then flaunt it.

If the word "fun" appears as a character in a film, Bullet should be the first in line to audition for it. He's in such a mood. His personality is like a golden retriever boy. He is the life of the party; I am not generally a morning person, but talking with him really lifted my spirits. He is really mischievous, yet he understands his limits. He frequently asks outrageous questions, and he is so honest in his testimony that his intrusive thoughts always triumph. But, beyond that, he is a gentleman with strong emotional intelligence, which makes him appear better than his attractive looks.

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.

Except, of course, they slid an emergency in ahead of us. I get it. Emergencies happen. I just happen to be spectacularly terrible at waiting. My leg bounces like it’s powered by its own engine, the chair rattling in protest. Sitting still has never been my thing — not as a kid, not now, not ever. Patience doesn’t even crack my top hundred personality traits. I smirk, remembering how many detentions I earned for this exact twitch. Turns out adulthood didn’t cure me. It just gave me better excuses.

I want to now tell you about my personality. Like most people often say, I'm simple and love tending to myself personally without anyone's help. I'm sometimes shy but I'm a loud mouth amongst my closest friends and family. I tend to always be blatant(I like saying things exactly as they are). I usually don't care about how convenient it was for the other party, in as much as it's something that my conscience is likely to suffer from later on, I'd rather come out clean and tell the truth. This particular attitude of mine have made people sometimes mistake my sincerity for being arrogant or rude, but I'm trying to adjust a little if necessary.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. My father and I are very similar in appearance, but that’s where it ends for the most part. He’s a positive person, and always has been from what I understand. He sees problems as opportunities, and always gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. I’m skeptical, realistic, and quick to question everything. For me, trust must be earned. Not given. However, one personality trait we have in common is our attention to detail. We tend to observe those around us carefully. Because of this shared habit, I understood that my father knew what I was thinking even before he came over to hug me.

Each imperfection makes him who he is: He’s too clingy, hates spicy food, and can be overbearing and needy at times. Sometimes his emotions overwhelm him, and she struggles to understand the signs he uses to express himself. His jokes—especially the dad jokes—are terrible, almost comically so. He’s amazing at chopping onions but inevitably burns the food. He works tirelessly, often to his own detriment.

“I knew you’d change your mind. I don’t know why you have to be so stubborn.” “Because I like living,” I snapped. I left the room, dressed, and was ready to go within ten minutes. These wild ideas were classic Zach. He had dragged me along on so many adventures, I had lost count. Every time, no matter how much I protested, I ended up having a great time. I had a Type A personality and had a hard time letting go of my control. For my own sanity, I had to relinquish that control from time to time. “Ready?” he asked.

Anna’s POV A lot of people tend to conclude on my personality a lot. Most of them call me annoying, selfish, overbearing, inconsiderate and half of the time, I know they’re all right about this. I’m an awful person, sometimes. Then sometimes I’m the sweetest person ever and I just think a lot of people don’t deserve that part of me. Besides, it’s not as if I’m the only horrible person on planet earth, I’m not as horrible as some people make me out to be. I just tend to get very ignorant of other people’s feelings because I like to consider mine first and that shouldn’t be a problem.