Quirk Personality Novels & Stories

Violet held up a hand, telling us to wait. It was strange to take the direction of others like this. Typically, it was me who was calling the shots. I have been called a control freak, but Alpha-blooded individuals typically were. I just had a dominant personality. It worked perfectly in my favor for the CEO position. People jumped when I said jump.

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)

My heartbeat started to increase rapidly, because of what I'm seeing right now and I'm bothering for my life as if it continues my heart will explode anytime soon. "Sheila, you are really. really... really... a stupid. Go and collect your award from him." I mentally slapped. I have no idea how I had ended up in this situation. He was another version of Hitler and known as arrogant, which was written in the article. His personality is still unpredictable who has no limit to reach his desire, which may cost for another life too.

The closest trait relatable to me, that the majority would approve - nerd, quiet, few friends, and scrawny. The clock struck ten minutes earlier for my class, I lowered myself to my seat and spread my legs across the floor, and my posture, slouched. Punctuality was one of my best traits and provided me the time to drift my thoughts of insignificant predicaments that I internally devised. Other students mingled with their friends, for there have several of them. But me, I am fine on my own, daydreaming and overanalyzing.

she said, frustration clearly evident on her pinched features. "Maybe…" I uttered in a squeaky voice and scratched my cheek because I was stalling to think what I should say next. I agreed that Shivaay could get candid but that's just him and those traits make up his personality. If everybody steers clear from a person because of their flaws then nobody would be caring about anybody in this world. "Maybe, that's just the way he rolls," I finished sheepishly, quoting his own words. "Yeah, right," she answered sarcastically.

Even though the Quirks did not like her, they cared about their reputation and did not want her to appear poor, so she received a considerable amount of pocket money every month. If that pocket money were in Chris' hands, he probably would have used it for investments to become rich. However, she did not. Her personality was more conservative, or more accurately, she lacked confidence and was more worried about investing and failing. Whether a person could live well did not depend much on the environment but more on themselves. For example, Chris, intelligent and business-savvy, whether born in the Jewells or not, was destined to live comfortably in life. As for her, born into the Quirks' en

I grip the steering wheel of my sleek, silver Audi, my knuckles white. It smells new, expensive, a heady mix of leather and something subtly artificial. I thought of personalising the car before I kicked off my driving lessons with Dante, but then I thought about it. What exactly is my personality? And then Kira had replied, "A stupid and brainwashed girl who believes three orgasms can equal the truth." I had ignored her, and concluded on my own that I'm still finding out what I like and what I don't. In other words, I'm still searching for a personality.

Bianca said. “I mean, why should we complicate matters when it’s very simple,” Bianca added. “Uhmm, what about his behavior or his personality? Things like that?” Mitchelle asked further more. “A guy's behavior? That is what tells you who he is, he might be grumpy, he might not like to smile and always wants to be possessive but as long as his grumpiness is what makes you happy or his weird smile is what makes your heart skip a beat.” Bianca voiced out with a dreamy smile plastered at each corner of her face.

She immediately clicked the site and read through it. "The most serial killer traits are: Lack of Empathy, Lack of Remorse, Impulsivity, Grandiosity, Narcissism, Superficial Charm, Manipulation, Addictive Personality, Lust for Power, Sensation Seeking, The Macdonald Triad" she read through and with a disturbed look she raised her head from her laptop. "Lack of Empathy?" Her voice trailed. She tried imagining how Stephanie was, with the little time she got to know Stephanie, she wanted to check if her characteristics match these ones on G****e.

But it was quickly replaced by a practiced smile – a dazzling display of perfectly white teeth and unwavering confidence. “Annalise,” she repeated, a knowing glint in her eyes. “The spirited one, isn’t she? All fire and… quirkiness.” The way she said ‘quirkiness’ dripped with a subtle condescension. I bristled inwardly. Annalise’s spirit, her individuality, were the very things that drew me to her. “Annalise is many things,” I countered, my voice firm. “She’s intelligent, kind, and has a laugh that can light up a room.”