Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

He asked and I couldn't help but chuckle. " Straight to the point, I like that, so the thing is that I just want new male friends, I don't have much of that in my life and I kinda like you when I saw you, you're a happy and cheerful person and I like people with that type of energy," I said, " Oh wow, that's the best compliment that I've gotten in a while, thank you for seeing me that way, I like your personality too Anna, especially your smile," He said and I couldn't help but smile.

With his focus still on Chance, he hesitantly replies, “Uhm… Well… I’m not sure. If someone is interested, he may overlook his feisty personality.” I quickly plaster on a smile while I choke down my laughter that trying to bubble up. The scene from the resort comes rushing back to me as Chance snorts. “I don’t have a feisty personality. I have a very amiable personality. If you would open your eyes, you could see that.” My eyebrows shoot up as I stare across the table at him. Sometimes, I swear he doesn’t realize what he is saying. Or maybe in this case he does.

I say with excitement. I can't hide the smile in my face as we drive towards my old office; we finally found a suitable replacement for my old job and she was perfect. Not only she was good at her job, but she also had a sparkly personality. It is fun to work with people that give a good vibe, and she excelled at that. Yes, she was a little weird too, only adding to her uniqueness. And I am all in for weird and unique personalities.

he chuckled as he ruffled my hair. "Yes, but sometimes I don't feel it or forget because, unlike other CEOs, you don't have people following you to keep an eye on you before and you always talk to other people in a normal and friendly way, always humble and kind," I said, admiring his lovely personality. "You're being cheeky now," he said, smiling as he listened to what I had to say. "It's true," I said as I slapped his arm. "You're almost perfect if you're not childish—pfft haha," I said, pausing when he began sulking. He's such a goofball.

“So, are you already trying to profile me?” I chuckle. “I profiled you months ago, Jimmy.” “People change.” He defends feigning offence “You didn’t.” I chirp in. “Okay then. Humour me. What’s your profile?” I duck my head and grin. This feels like my first patient. “I think that you’re a guy who feeds off humour. Maybe it’s been your way of getting out of unpleasant situations in the past.” “That’s quite an accurate profile. That’s All You’ve Looked at?”

I rolled my eyes and again, he chuckled like it was so funny for him. Seriously speaking, I don't get it why he was called a ruthless billionaire, really. I don't get why he was dubbed as that kind of person when in fact, his personality doesn't seem to fit the nickname that people gave him. It doesn't sit right to me, because he's more like a playful one. Not a ruthless one. "I'm not gonna tease you." "Yes you are, Logan."

he said softly, with a steady voice, "you are not unlovable. Not even close." I turned to him, trying to make out his expression in the dim light. "Sure, you have your weird moments," he continued, a hint of a smile in his tone now, "like when you yell at me or start a pillow fight. But who doesn’t? Most of the time? You’re kind in a way that a lot of people aren’t. You’re funny without trying too hard. You really listen. You care so much that it sometimes hurts you. You’re empathetic and cool, just... good. The kind of good that makes people want to be better."

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.

I gave him my number last week at the dance studio and despite not wanting to and regretting my decision at that time and now, I gave him my number. I honestly think it's because he's funny and I got to experience a little bit of his humour. Have you ever watched the Dr. Underpants movie? In that movie, the evil scientist wanted to erase the side of the brain where humour exist in kids because he was annoyed by their laughter or something. Well I feel like i am the other kid who didn't have humour and always asked what was funny. I never really get most of the jokes everyone say and I always wonder if this is how I was born but my childhood photos says otherwise. I was a happy child once. It

I’ve seen the movie Split, and Patricia was one scary and calculating bitch. A boisterous laugh pours from his throat as his shoulders bounce with the hilarity of my question. “I like that.” He mutters in a serious tone after he sobers from his erratic bout of laughter. “A different personality for each situation I find myself in.” He tilts his head to the side, staring up at the ceiling as he rubs his chin. “Hmm, who should I be for you right now?” “Yourself?” I whisper when there is a long pause of silence.