Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious irritation. "Oh, as a matter of fact, yes, I do think that I'm funny, and I also think you're a big joke!" I shot back, my tone laced with defiance. He stared at me and I glared back. I hated the way he looked- his hazel eyes, his blond hair, his chiseled jawline and his spartan shoulders. It was infuriating how someone with such a terrible personality could be blessed with such good looks. It seemed like a cosmic injustice. In my opinion, people like him didn't deserve to be attractive. If I were God, I would have made them as ugly as a chimpanzee.

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

“Oh, it’s not nonsense. You’ve got it written all over you. That whole ‘I’m trying to act like things don't affect me , but everyone can tell’ vibe? Yeah, it’s loud.” “Wow,” I deadpanned. “Your people skills are truly next-level. Have you considered motivational speaking?” “Thought about it,” he replied, completely unbothered. “But I’d probably have to work with people who don’t throw my sarcasm back at me. Where’s the fun in that?” I groaned, throwing my hands up. “Why are you like this?” “Family trait,” he said with , gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “Grandma bakes cookies, I specialize in charming sarcasm for beautiful ladies. We all have our roles.”

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”

“Well, you didn't have to try so hard. You still gonna get your ass whupped. So what's the point, right?“ He chuckles humorlessly. One other thing that makes it easier for me to identify them is their personalities. Lynn is always laid back. He barely lets anything get to him. You never see him in rage. He doesn't show his anger. He could be boiling up but still flashing you the cutest smile ever. Makes him a rather complex guy.

I thought to myself with worry on my face. “Well, your second personality was an adventurous one. He loved to go to different places and to make new friends. He was very cheerful and funny,” I said, trying to be as vague as possible. “Are you trying to say I'm not cheerful and funny?” Steven asked. “My lord, you hardly ever smile, and when you do, it's a lot more intimidating than cheerful. Not that I don't like your smile; it's just that you're... not very good at being happy,” I replied, playing with my fingers behind me.

she asks, her back to me, "If 'guys who take care of themselves are hot' is not good enough for you, what is?" "I don't know, Boss, maybe... 'for men who don't give a shit'?" I try with a tired laugh because I can't think of anything, but then it sparks an actual thought, "No, wait, maybe. Like... something funny would make me turn and see." "Something funny," Ana murmurs as she writes, nodding, "Well... 'Not caring' is a male trait. Also, being dumb." I laugh at that chirp. She's not wrong.

"I bet she won't believe you." "Why do you think that?" "No one could fall for you with your attitude," I remarked offhandedly. Georgia whipped her head toward me. "What? I have a very charming, tactful personality! I've closed many deals and solved many issues with my personality." "I can't believe you just described yourself as tactful." "Do you even know what that means?" "Just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm illiterate." "That was not what I was insinuating at all."

I answered. “You know you could be happy if you chose to be, your still young, good-looking, obviously you’re not poor, you’ve got some things going for you,” she said. “What about my fantastic personality?” I asked her and she laughed. “You have the personality of a goat,” she said. “I know some really cool goats,” I said as she laughed again. “So what would make you happy?” she asked me. “You,” I said without thinking and she sat there not even blinking.