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.

“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.”

Seems the more broody the guy, the crazier the girl has to be. “She must laugh at my jokes,” Ilkay gives his opinion. “Smart … but humble. She’s gotta be soft. A little mentally unstable but nurturing.” Not him, too. I have to get in here. “Look, she can be crazy. A little crazy is hot.” And all women are a little crazy. “But not slash-your-tires crazy,” I say, trying to make a point. I don’t want to date a serial killer. “More like accidentally-flashes-your-friends-and-says-oops crazy.”

While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities. Jace takes his role very seriously. He seems to be just a serious person in general. However, he has a dry and almost robotic humor, which had me cracking up a few times. Jackson is very animated, has a boisterous personality, and loves cracking jokes. Alex is laid back and down-to-Earth. He has an adorable and kind personality.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

He doesn’t have to call me out like that. “Who told you that?” I ask and he looks at me chuckling. He needs to stop laughing at me. I didn’t say anything funny. “I don’t have to hear it from anyone. I’ve spent enough time with you to know you are very soft and gooey.” He says and I shake my head disappointed. This evaluation of my personality is not going well for me. I’m gooey now? No wonder this man doesn’t like me beyond this. He thinks I’m uninteresting, dare I say dull. That doesn’t sound like anybody’s type; I wouldn’t date me based on that description.

His humour was sharp, and witty, but still sensitive— in other words, the best kind. At the core of Tyler’s personality was his sense of humour. He possessed an innate ability to put me at ease, and this fascinated me because I couldn't tell how he was doing it. His wit was like a bolt of lightning, an electric current that charged the air and cast everything in a new light. His laugh wasn't very masculine— hence why I saw myself looking at his face wondering if the sound I was hearing emanated from his mouth. I loved how his eyes lit when he laughed— his laugh echoing like a sonorous bell that chimed with merriment and conviviality.

I cover my mouth because I almost laugh aloud. I chuckle as I hit him, "It's fine. You have a big personality." I wink at him, then walk past him while I reach his shoulder and pat them. "Yours is bigger than Jericho." I jokingly say that while broadly smiling as I tease him, then notice that he suddenly holds his crotch and then runs away from me. He indeed acts like a kid, and he is so cute. I like him. Not because he is extra, extra-large, ok?! I like his personality, and he is sweet.

"I didn't like her. She wasn't a nice person, and a little too butch-y for me, anyway. And I need to be able to be a goof around my partner. It's an important part of my personality." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can't imagine that. You're always so serious." Sandy smirked at me, running a finger over my hand. "Can't be serious all the time. I'd explode." "I think I'd like to see that." "Oh, you will, promise."