Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

He gasped, looking away. “I missed you so much but you only missed me a little?” He roughly scratched his hair, looking sad. I laughed. “You are overly dramatic.” I blushed again. “I'm hurt.” He placed a hand on his chest, making me laugh again. What kind of feelings was I getting for this icy man? His personality had crumbled these few days when I was expecting worse. Everyone would doubt he was the famous icy CEO Sean because he would never laugh, joke or speak with anyone in the company.

He said "Can you give me five positive and five negative traits about yourself?' Oh the dreaded question even if it was twisted a bit... "Yes, sir. My positive traits are, I am honest, determined, persevere, adaptable, quick-witted and ambitious, " I replied. "My negative traits are...well as much as I don't think of myself as someone with lots of those, I've been told and also observed that I am fickle-minded, lazy, intolerant, high tempered and a bit clumsy," "If you're lazy then why are you here? You must be aware that there is no place for laziness in a secretarial job. Even you agreed that this is a fast-paced job," He challenged.

“Tell me more about your boat.” “Why? It’s a boat. It floats.” I burst into a fit of giggles. “Do you try to be funny or is this the real you?” “I’m not trying to be funny. This is the real me.” I slapped at my knee. “You are so dry.” “Is that an insult? It feels like an insult.” “It isn’t, I promise,” I said, trying to hold back my laugh. “You have a very dry personality and it is actually very funny.”

Yes, Killian had an infamous knack for always getting on everyone's last nerve with his crude jokes and lecherous comments. His sharp tongue and complete lack of filter had landed him in hot water more times than anyone could count. But beneath that abrasive exterior, he also possessed an undeniably likable charm and warmth that could lighten up even the darkest of moods with his bright smile and boisterous laugh. For all his obnoxious flaws, it was hard not to be fond of the loud-mouthed jackass. His vibrant personality simply drew people in, like a human embodiment of sunshine cutting through the gloom.

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°

My hand waved up and down my body. "You're not that hot." She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, come on! I'm at least a solid 8.5." "Maybe a 6. On a good day." I mockingly gasped. "A 6? That's brutal. I'm wounded." "Good thing looks aren't everything, huh?" "Speak for yourself. My dazzling personality only goes so far." We both laughed, the playful banter creating a lighter atmosphere. "Oo, your personality is not that great either, a bit childish actually."

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

She nodded so fast her ponytail bounced. “Seriously. And he’s… God, Rae, he’s lovely. Like, actually lovely. Not in that fake ‘nice guy’ way where they’re just waiting to turn creepy. He’s kind. Thoughtful. Opens doors without making a big deal about it. Listens when I talk—like really listens, asks follow-up questions, remembers tiny things I said weeks ago. And he’s funny. Not loud, obnoxious funny. Quiet funny. The kind where he says something dry and I end up snorting coffee out my nose.” I was grinning so wide my cheeks ached.

He's just really kind and funny, he jokes a lot and sometimes saying sarcastic comments. Thanks Janet for introducing your brother to me. Mark Stanmore is sure quite unique..

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