Personality Quirks Novels & Stories

"When you feel stressed, or bored, or out of control. You provoke me, and you don’t stop until I put my hands on you." My face heats up instantly. The chemical warmth of the painkillers is suddenly replaced by a sharp, prickly flush of embarrassment. I try to pull my shoulder away from his hand, but his fingers tighten just a fraction. Not allowing me to run away from wherever this is headed. "I like being a dick," I snap. The defensive reflex kicks in instantly. "It’s a personality flaw. Ask Chana." "No." Kir leans closer. "I’ve spent two decades reading people. Finding their weak points. You don’t do it to throw a tantrum. You need me to grab you. I need to know why."

I’m also… well, I’m pretty. Don’t be all like, What a bitch, she’s so stuck on herself! It’s not my doing. It was a weird genetic quirk, and it generally makes my life hell. I’ll bet you occasionally get leered at by guys, right? At the supermarket, workplace, whatever. Little surreptitious side-glances at your breasts? Inappropriate sexual jokes by male co-workers?

Can I start first," I raised my left hand as they all nodded. I glanced slightly at the person In front of me as the only question that flashed through my mind was to know more about his personality and principles to judge the 'so-called admiration I have for him,". I cleared my throat ready to ask a question "What do you admire most about yourself or your personality?" I asked as they started mumbling about who to answer the question first. I raised my hand signifying that I will go first. "Even though I am gentle, I do not like to pretend. In short, what I like about my personality is my transparency," I explained as Quadri gave out a small clap which I scoffed at, as he winks at me.

He might do something bad to you. I squeezed myself into my seat. I'm telling you; I have a lot of personality. Arrogant, rude, competitive and the others… afraid, shy, oh… wait. When did I become shy?! “Ne-nevermind EL. Maybe this can be treated once I am use to—. Achooo! ” Geez. My sensitive nose just proved that it also doesn't like EL. Sorry, that's just how it goes, EL. Every inch of my body despises you.

I grip the steering wheel of my sleek, silver Audi, my knuckles white. It smells new, expensive, a heady mix of leather and something subtly artificial. I thought of personalising the car before I kicked off my driving lessons with Dante, but then I thought about it. What exactly is my personality? And then Kira had replied, "A stupid and brainwashed girl who believes three orgasms can equal the truth." I had ignored her, and concluded on my own that I'm still finding out what I like and what I don't. In other words, I'm still searching for a personality.

“Tell me something interesting. And if it involves a gym routine or crypto, I’m leaving.” He snorted. “Wow, brutal. Alright—did you know octopuses have three hearts and still manage to be less dramatic than humans?” That caught me off guard. “That’s… actually interesting.” “See?” he grinned. “Personality.” I shook my head, smiling despite myself. “Fine. I’ll give you a point for that.” “One point is all I need,” he said. “So, what about you? What do you do when you’re not interrogating strangers?”

The problem with Jacob Grey, one of the many problems with Jacob Grey, the list was extensive and I had been mentally maintaining it for years was that shutting up was simply not part of his personality architecture. He had not been built with a quiet setting. He had been built with a voice that did things to the room it was in, and a presence that did things to the people in the room, and a specific talent for showing up in offices where he had not been invited and sitting down like the invitation had always existed and simply been delayed in the post.

Which makes me realize that I probably have a bigger control need than I thought. When did I develop this bad personality trait? Have I always had it within me? Good lord. I'm naturally curious, and I ask a lot of questions. Sometimes I demand answers right away, and... worry slashes through me. What if I'm a controlling bitch in more instances than this one?!

I had friends but they were a select few people who truly understood the quirks and contradictions, that was a Madison Rain Rivera. To say that I was a walking contradiction had to be the understatement of the decade. With all of my quirks, I sometimes even surprised myself. I enjoyed girly things like makeup and pretty clothes but I also could not resist playing the drums and being the goalkeeper at a soccer game. I can appreciate the aesthetically beautiful but the downright macabre does not necessarily make me cringe either. I like completely opposite things and that was what most people don't get about me but it was okay because everyone's entitled to their own opinions and I never aimed

But she only glanced at him before turning her attention back to Toro. “I learned it from Quinn. Do you think it’s time for you to visit a doctor?” “It’s a waste of money. Also, not any doctor but a psychiatrist.” “It’s fortunate that you don’t result to violence whenever your personality switches,” Toro chuckled. “It is. But I struggle when my damn personality becomes childish and overuses my brain,” Alek sighed. “Stop bragging about your genius capability, Sister Alek.” Sicily butt in. “I second,” Terrence added after swallowing the last portion of his food.