Personality Quirks Novels & Stories

He had been paying attention to every one of his darling’s reactions, so by now, he could tell exactly how to stroke to placate his ruffled kitten. Sure enough, his kitten unconsciously laid back down docilely, blinking up at him with his blank limpid eyes. Understanding his baby’s unspoken question, Levi elaborated, “Enforcers are known for being overly stubborn and inflexible. Known for… being unable to see eye to eye with people... unable to be reasoned with...” After all this talking in circles, Noah finally understood what this silly-cute brother-in-law was worrying about. He thought that the personality trait that made one into an Enforcer was a negative trait and was worried that peop

"But that does not mean I agree with his way of approaching Veronica. Do you still remember the last time he tried to kidnap Vero?" "Err… guys, If you are talking about me, I'm right here," Veronica raised her right hand. "Don't talk about me as if I'm not here." "Oops, my bad, Vero. I didn't mean to do that," Erna kept a straight face, not even a moment of regret in her tone. "Why do people with wild and bad person personalities tend to be sexy? It's really unfair!"

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 continued saying with a sick smile on my face. What can I do? She brings out the worst in me. "Shut up, will you?" She frowned. In this less time, I figured out she uses shut up when she thinks the other person is right and when she is embarrassed. #Typical mood swings of a girl. It would be pure torture if she'd be my wife. Her sarcasm has no end. Okay. Now it's my turn. What is the most annoying personality trait someone can have? "Your personality and all your traits," she replied with a honey-like voice coaxing me into her sweet sick sarcasm.

“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.

Yale smiled and said in a low voice, “Urs, everyone seems to just love Kisses. It actually managed to make that fella fall for it.” ‘If my memory serves me right, Zephir doesn’t seem to like pets very much.’ Ursule stared at him for quite some time, then leaned over and asked, “Mr. Quigg, he’s so strange. Why would such a good-looking man be even nerdier than I am?” Yale cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “You can’t call him a nerd. What he’s been doing all this while is hiding his strengths and biding his time.” “Why would he need to do so?”

About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud. So I continue: "I do blah programming in whatever..." and say some stuff like that and then I usually say something like, "As for my personal information, I'm a Libra, and my turn-offs are mean people and smoking and my turn-ons are long walks on the beach, the laughter of children, and the warm smell of colitis rising up through the air" or whatever neural firings happen to be activated at that particular nanosecond. What is interesting is that everyone after me has to try to outdo me. It breaks the ice, so mission accomplished as far as

A strange man who just sits here for a few hours and do nothing. I tug my black hoodie lower so I'll not attract any attention. My tall and broad stature already attracts people's attention and I don't want to add more fuel to the fire if they saw my face. I am the spitting image of the Great James Rosen-Hower and my dad doesn't fail to turn heads whenever we are out. I am cursed with his looks so now I am suffering. I hate attention. I hate talking well except if I am with my family. Especially if mommy was talking and asking me various kinds of questions. I need to answer her. She'll be upset if I don't respond to her and I hate seeing mommy sad.