Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

When I swallow, I say, "You're different from the usual people I come across." Her brows rise. "Different how?" I smirk before meeting her gaze. "Still trying to figure that out." She tilts her head, waiting. "But you seem honest, loyal, determined, easy-going. All great personality traits to have." Her lips curl around a small smile as she dips her fork into the mashed potatoes, then lifts it slowly to her mouth. And damn if I don't feel a little proud of myself for getting another smile.

He continued with a smirk, “And I have a great sense of humor.” This time, I actually scoffed out loud. A great sense of humor? Did he even have a sense of humor to start with? “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” I asked, shaking my head. “Sense of humor? You think you’re funny?” “Admit it,” he countered. Of course, he was joking. “I’m funny.” “No, you’re not, Christian,” I shot back, still shaking my head. “But I have to admit, it’s one of the qualities I look for in a man. I love a guy who can make my ribs ache with laughter.”

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

“God, why am I such a weirdo?” Sarah’s smile turned fond as she looked at her. “That’s just one of the things people love about you.” “What, my endless ability to humiliate myself?” she asked. “Yep, that and your cute face..” she told her, knowing the best way to cheer her up.

poor. What do you want to order—coffee, tea, or me?" Andre joked and changed the topic. "Just coffee; I might throw up if I choose you," answered Maria, who burst out laughing. "You're terrible! You're harsh to me, sister," André joked. Even though he knows he is five years ahead of the other person, his true personality is bubbly, but the people he shows this to are limited. Mostly, they know Andre as having a serious, cold-toned voice and a grumpy one. But the truth is, he is so jolly, and he has a sense of humor. "Hey! You're ugly; what kind of sister are you there? You're five years ahead of me," said Mommy Mari. he said. "If you shout, it's not obvious. I'm still looking fresh an

I mean…It doesn’t sound happy… But I just shrug. “If you’re looking for honesty,”--I assume since she sounds so serious--"you’re just…Not my type. I mean in my opinion, you’re just my trashy but cool friend.” “What should I change in me that makes me feel likable?”

he said in a tone that made me laugh out loud. I couldn't help but find what you said funny and I also found them quite silly which was very contrary to his appearance because anyone who think that he was a serious-minded person and that he wasn't going to be that kind of person to have a good sense of humour but he was the complete opposite of how he looked and although he was pretty serious-minded, he also had the tendency of being funny at times. "So does this mean you are going to consider my feelings?" he asked suddenly and I mentally rolled my eyes at him. They all just had this ability to ruin the mood with their very unnecessary questions and it was honestly very frustrating.

By saying this he laughs like an evil but without sounds. "Do you have personality disorders?" I asked him while folding my hands and turning to him completely. "What?" He looked me down showing his tall height. "I’m asking you do you have any personality disorder? You know personality disorder is a type of mental disorder in which the person behaves differently second by second. You are also doing the same thing now sometimes you get angry, sometimes you behave with me rude, sometimes you make me laugh." "Am I joke to you?" He screamed "Absolutely not in fact I care you, my boss." Losing my tongue, I chuckle softly.

“Can you blame me? I don’t want to do anything to wrong you, that's why any sight of you being upset scares the shit out of me.” I stopped laughing after he said that. I didn’t think about it that way. “Did I go too far?” I remorsefully asked. “No. I just assumed. I should have known you were not really mad. You have a playful side. I need to get used to it.” “I do?” I asked, I didn’t even notice. “Of course you do. You tend to be mischievous in an adorable way. you have a personality that everyone will like.” Again I didn’t notice because until a few weeks ago, I had no one to talk to or be friends with aside from my wolf so I didn’t really know much about my personality but now that he men

He’d slipped on dark glasses and gone quiet. “Why do men have to have such huge vehicles? I think it must be a sexual thing. ‘Look at me. Mine’s bigger and better than yours.’” She heard a choking noise. “Are you all right?” He howled in laughter. “Do you always say exactly what’s on your mind?” “It’s a bad habit of mine.” Rand chuckled again. “Thanks for the laughs. I tend to be the opposite. My family says I’m too serious.” “I’ll be happy to cheer you up anytime you need it. Just call. If I’m at work, I’ll leave a recording of jokes.”