Sodapop Curtis Personality Traits Novels & Stories

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

If I checked my savings, the only thing they could possibly afford was a new pair of shoes. "Fuck my life!" I groaned, crushing the can in my hand before throwing it across the room. I glanced at Curtis, who was deeply asleep on my bed. A thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately shook my head. "Nothing will go wrong. I'll make sure nothing goes wrong. Curtis won't be in danger." I grumbled under my breath as I pulled out Renato's information from amongst the rest of his family's profiles. The subject is a 46-year-old male who exhibits misanthropic tendencies, specifically towards women, and frequents a local bar every Thursday night for a drink, typically attending alone.

They had never even fought before. Sylvia sighed in relief. “It seems he’s very well-tempered.” Odell told her some things about Roland’s one-year or so stay at Carter Corporation. The general impression she got was that Roland was young but calm with a cold appearance. However, he had a gentle temper and good morals, and he was polite when treating others. He was just a little bad at socializing. Although his methods were amazing, they were all fair and not underhanded. Everyone in Carter Corporation and even a few picky shareholders liked him very much, which proved his character.

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)

I understood him but I was almost certain the real Lord Salmon would have too much pride to eat something that way. When he was done eating, Audrey said, “Like I said before, I am sending you home. You are to return home and turn yourself in.” “I have done no wrong,” the voice was weak but it was still firm. “That is not your choice to make. If I tell you that you have done wrong then you have. You just do as I say, understand?” Curtis spat at her and this provoked a laugh from her. “One would think you are not the same person who just ate like a dog at my feet; you have such misplaced pride,” said Audrey.

"I saw a vending machine nearby." "Oh, in that case," Charlotte tells me. "I'd like a green ice tea with strawberry mix!" I ain't your errand boy.. Once I reach my destination and grab my drink after it drops down, thoughts starts to run in my head. I think, Zoe has very good communication skills. She's enough to be a member of the Stuck-up Kids; and you'd need more than looks or cash for that—you'd need to know how to play nice. But you could also take that to mean she's good at integrating herself. In other words, she lacks the courage to risk loneliness in order to be herself.

I for sure always dreaded whenever we were given a new name. As long as it keeps them safe... Curtis snickered. "First target, kind of a dick, but man he is so much fun to mess with! Nice jet black hair, piercing eyes and such a snarky smile —the kind you just want to punch till he stops breathing, if you know what I mean. And the girl..." a sadistic grin halted his tracks while his voice shifted into a husky tone. "Brunette. Petite. Gorgeously brown eyes and my, my... such plump lips. Now, lucky for you two, both targets so happen to be in your lilttle family..."

"I'll give you an hour to leave. If you're still here after an hour, then..." Then, what? Curtis didn't finish his sentence, but judging by his icy tone, it was clear he wouldn't allow Seraphine to remain part of the Holly family any longer. Her initial fervent pleas rendered futile, Seraphine fell silent. Who would have thought that this would be the outcome? Curtis was different from Eleanor. Though Eleanor could be sharp, she was also a woman with a soft heart. But Curtis… At this moment, he was the very embodiment of a saying: when a man becomes ruthless, he leaves you with no room to maneuver.

He was already threatening fire and brimstone if he handled the person. His attention was brought back to the circle, when Clem tapped him on his thigh. He had zoned out whilst ruminating on those thoughts. "What is the problem?" Derek asked him, and he shook his head. "Nothing, just stuff. What were you guys discussing?" He queried, taking note of the frown on Curtis' face. Had they thrown him a jab already? He remembered that the Curtis from when they had been young had a saucy personality, never liked jabs and plays, and preferred staying alone. He wondered if that personality still stands now.

Carter Um jovem empresário muito respeitado e dono de uma grande fortuna, mas, que esconde um passado obscuro. Cresceu nas ruas e para se livrar da pobreza, entrou para o tráfico. Dono de uma reputação incomparável, porém o que ninguém imagina, é que ele possui um coração frio e amargurado pelo abandono. O ódio consome sua vida e a busca por vingança o motiva a seguir em frente, pois, não é capaz de perdoar quem lhe feriu no passado.