Sodapop Personality Novels & Stories

I said. “Of course there’s fanfic.” “How lovely.” I shook my head. “Actually, Ted, I did notice something with those names.” “Hit me.” “The usernames have very different, very consistent personalities. S supports that I’m a wolf and keeps suggesting I should mate a wolf. MyHelperz is vulgar, swears a lot, and never offers anything of substance. And so on.

And you? “Lucius Bernhard,” he introduced himself. His light blue eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again before his thin lips curled into a condescending smirk. — The potential is there. I think we'll work well together. He was short, stocky, with thinning wheat-colored hair, with receding patches stretching from his narrow forehead to the top of his head. Here he is - an example of a biased, self-confident alpha male. One should not expect rationality in actions or self-criticism in thoughts from such characters.

I frown as I reply, “I feel very uncomfortable Eric. I hate being the center of attention.” “And yet you have a convergent wolf.” I laugh at what he tells me. “Guys!!!” I watch as my good friend Sophia Stevens runs towards us. We have been inseparable since kindergarten. She is a blonde, tall, with big breasts and a charming personality. They always think she has no brain, but what others don't know is that she is generally the brainchild of any protest at school. Rebel from birth when she refused to be born because of his mother's private parts. The story is very funny, but I will tell you some another time. She stops dead.

, Sophia sniffed, being the crybaby she was, the only one to cry over a regular speech. "I wish I was there to hug you right now, honey. I understand what you mean and I won't push you or force you into anything, trust me", she wasn't even allowed to finish her speech before she was cut off. "Soph wouldn't but I would, I mean, get over it already, there's a lot more to life than your lame job, y'know", she sighed. "You're hot as hell, any guy would want you, a mixed girl with a fat ass, great attitude, amazing job, gorgeous smile, smart head, terrific jokes, ambidextrous, multilingual, I could go on and on".

"I am not praising myself. I am actually trying to tell you the kind of person that I am because, it is obvious you don't know anything about me. By the way if I may ask, if someone asks you to describe my personality just tell me what you would answer the person" "Is this a test or what?" "Not really a test, just answer me, so that I will clarify you, because it seems you are mistaking all my actions" "Okay fine, let me try and answer your question. Anyways, if someone asked me to describe your kind of person. I will be able to say that you are a disciplinarian, always talking with authority, loves respect so much, harsh most times and you are always serious. It's hard for you to laugh"

"How is my spirit different?" He shrugged slightly. "Tara was kind of...quiet. She was calm, practical. Predictable, maybe." He met her gaze, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "You're bold and audacious and passionate. You are your own unique self." Her brow furrowed. "Is that good? "I wouldn't change a thing about you." Poppy flushed with pleasure. "Well...good! Because what you see is what you get."

club. “I’m not a fucking doll!” Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do

He put his shirt back on, grabbed a soda, and sat down in a lawn chair. “Want a drink,” he asked. “Help yourself.” “Sure!” she said. “Thanks.” She grabbed a soda, struggled with the pull tab for a bit, opened it, and took a long drink before sitting down next to him. “Ahhhh! That’s good!” she said. “I’ve never had this kind.” He looked at her. It was a very popular drink. “My parents don’t let me have sugar and caffeine,” she said, a little embarrassed. “Sorry about that. I hope you don’t get in trouble.”

I tell her. "How does one work on something like that? He's a jealous and possessive person by nature thats partly how he's become so successful" Poppy says, thinking aloud. She's not wrong. It's his personality; he goes after what he wants, he's very protective over it and he doesn't let anyone get in his way.

LIANA'S POV I couldn’t help but choke on my juice when he said that. It was honestly hilarious. “Wait, isn’t it that obvious?” “Hehehe.” “He didn’t like me at all, and I could feel it,” he said, then grabbed a berry and popped it into his mouth. I held onto Zayn's hand, trying to explain the impossible. "He's just cold like that. Doesn't smile much, doesn't really laugh either. Comes off harsh sometimes. But he's actually sweet, underneath all of it."