Novel & Cerita Poems About Personality

"Remember this... From now on we are the Seven Sins of the Underground Society. No one can break us. No one..." I grinned. Wregan was correct when he said that one's personality cannot be determined solely by their own name. Knowing someone's name does not automatically mean that you are familiar with their personality. Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title.

Catelin took a sharp breath. She was guilty. Guilty for not wanting him to be cured but she wouldn't let her heart get away with such a selfish wish. "Yes, I have started liking his every personality I don't know how?" She said making him stare at her with sad eyes. "His Normal personality knows how to calm my anger, how to be soft with me. His Kid personality makes me want to cherish him, to handle him with only softness. His Aggressive personality gives me a sense of protection, it makes me want to handle his mood swings and tantrums. His every personality has become so special to me that it's becoming hard to betray him and cure him in such a painful way."

She rarely smiles, at least not brightly, but in the few times she does, her hazel eyes seems to brighten as well, and the streaks of purple highlights in her hair seems to brighten up her dull, and keeping to herself personality a tad bit more, making her approachable. She and I are quite the opposite, at the same time, quite alike as well. Valeria may seem simple, but something tells me she has the warrior spirit, or maybe she even is one—I will not be surprised if she is really. Which is one of the things we have in common. Personality wise, we seemed different. While she is more on the side of keeping to herself, I would like to term myself outgoing—at least, before my life went bat shit

She nodded, giving me her undivided attention. "Whenever I am with my mate, I feel needy and whiny like I am an Omega. I feel the need to 'please my Alpha'." I said, my tan cheeks heating up. "Sounds like your personality is breaking. It could be the work of the poison. I am going to run more tests and get to the bottom of this. Don't panic just yet." She said with a soft smile. I nodded in understanding, biding her farewell. I was left with Eugene who was clinging to my side. "Poisoning and Personality Break." He mumbled sadly.

She was so different from the rest of the women he had met. More unique. More compassionate. More passionate about things that affected her and the people around her. His eyes glanced through the poems he had added to his favorites and saw one that reminded him of her in the past and couldn’t but close his eyes and sigh in agony he couldn’t help himself and stretched to take her hand in this. He however knew this poem like the back of his hand. Written by Peter Gizzi, it stunned him each time because it depicted her perfectly. The shine on her buckle took precedence in the sun

It isn't such a fun place to work really. I can't use the Internet because I haven't got a computer at home, and I could hardly visit personal sites like that at work! If I had a boyfriend to help me I could get a computer I suppose. I think a laptop would be best because there isn't much room here. I don't think I look very like Pamela Anderson, but my bust size is probably even bigger than hers. I know what you mean about finding the right person. It's very hard, isn't it? People can be so shallow and only interested in what you look like. It's a person's character and personality that matters, isn't it? I think I have a really great personality.

I feel her eyes bore into me. “I don’t understand it!” She huffs. “How can a man find another man attractive? Men are supposed to want someone soft and delicate and eager to please them!” “Some men like hard and rough, some men are soft and delicate, some men don’t differentiate based on sex or gender. It’s the personality that ultimately pulls them in,” I reply. I could throw a dig at her about how she is neither soft nor delicate, but I am trying to behave myself.

I level a glare at him and he glances away. "Okay, maybe I was about to say that. But not in the way you think. Many women are like you with similar interests and even mannerisms. So definitely not special there. But what makes you interesting is your personality." He shrugs like his words didn't carry the weight I wished they didn't carry. "And what if the personality you see is not the real one?" I blurt out before I can think. "Time reveals everything, Chelsea," he says with a smirk and a look that makes me feel like he may know too much.

"Some men like women with big boobs, some like women with big butts. Some men like girls with pretty faces. While some men like wome---" "I don't like people for their physical appearances." Anthony cut off Lissa's endless list of whatsoever. His focus remained on the driveway, never sparing a single glance at the girl sitting next to him. And if he's being honest with himself, he's actually getting used to her child-like antics. "I tend to fall in love with a person's personality rather than their looks. If I like their personality then there's a high chance that I'll fall in love with them." "Oh really? That's new... That's something I've never heard before." Was Lissa's sincere answer. "T

But are monsters born naturally evil, or do they turn into one for some reason? It's been long overdue for me to answer that. A being like me, called a monster? I laugh at myself. I'm way more than that. It's funny how people are two-faced and yet judge another. Surely minding your own business doesn't hurt, but I guess, like me, they're greedy. Now, now. What are you greedy for, self? "Peace," I whisper under my breath.