Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

Come to think of it, Lenny was the kind of child that wouldn't pose much of a problem. She didn't like noise, didn't play with the other kids, and had an intriguing personality. If I had a kid, would my kid be like her? Smart, witty, independent, beautiful, and completely adorable? “I guess I am indeed weird. At least, weird is better than unlikeable.” She said, with a little smile on her face. “Hey, can you smile more? I think you look…” I began, only for the smile to disappear, curving into a frown, “Hey, you look pretty when you smile. Why don't you try it?”

— I ask, since it’s his turn again. — Yeah. Short, cute, kind, funny, preferably with short dark hair and a certain sweetness… if you know what I mean — he says the last part just loud enough for me to hear. — Oh, I know. That sweetness is definitely delicious — I say, smiling when he misses. — What’s your type? — he nods at me and clicks his tongue at the end. — I don’t have a specific type in terms of looks. But personality-wise, I’m drawn to smart, caring, understanding, funny, confident, beautiful girls… with that same sweetness we were talking about — I say, sinking another ball.

He was the funniest guy among us. You know, no matter how perfect a squad or group is, if there is nobody to make it fun then it would be boring. Michael was a funny guy, he could make you laugh out all your intestines. He was good at poking fun and making people laugh, you know... We had once recommended he become a comedian but he rejected it saying there is more to life that comedy.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorb

The fabric clung to her skin, no longer soaked but dry and tight from the heat. “You’re full of life,” I told her genuinely. “You’re energetic and fun to be around. People gravitate toward you. You light up the space you’re in.” She shook her head, her voice small. “What’s so special about that?” “What’s not?” I looked at her. “Me… I’ve always been the serious one. The grumpy one.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she gave a small laugh, watery and cracked. “You’re such a weirdo.”

"Again, why don't you like to see others happy? to the point of asking for my help to kill him?" The perpetrator gave him a serious glance. "How many times has it been that I've found someone who has a trait like that? It's disgusting, and it's so bad in the first place!" As an ally in the impromptu assassination plan, this was the first time someone was disgusted by the kindness and humor of others. After all, all humans would not be the same. Then again, this person in front of him who lived could. Choosing to entangle himself in a horrible life, even though he was just starting out,

Even I had more fat accumulated than him, and I threw a sad look at my dress that folded in my belly. I didn't want to sound stupid, but I can't explain it, there was something about Flynn that made me act like a teenager who liked to talk jokes to show up. And I think even he had noticed that within social networks my personality was totally at odds with that one, but I didn't know how to get out of that futile and silly character. I was a very hardworking and safe woman, but in front of him, something changed, and I could feel it.

Like replicas. I saw it, I touched it, I sucked it… Well, you get the point. They are virtually identical. And then, I start remembering other characteristics that are common between the two. Both physical and humorous. Both are short-tempered, hot-tempered when contradicted. Of course, very intelligent, true points outside the curve. And both are excellent at what they do and what they set out to do. No description either. Am I really delusional or... " Aria… Aria… oh, sorry babe. I couldn't help but laugh. I mean, sorry I couldn't stop laughing. My laughter was on hold because of Peter's situation, but now you've unlocked it, thank you.

Every Time you'll meet her you will see her laughing, smiling or telling her jokes. She has a cheerful and bubbly personality. I love people like her. They can make anyone comfortable around them in a minute without you even trying. "Hey beautiful" I said with a big smile while going towards her. "Hehe me and beautiful!? Suits well" she said laughing. Well one thing about her she is also full of herself not in a bad way but rather a good one. "Of course, no doubt," I said, agreeing to her. "Anyways, where's that annoying old lady?" she asked, referring the 'old annoying lady' to my mother.