Sodapop Personality Novels & Stories

he says calmly, “that if she wanted you to have the correct number… she would have given it to you.” I glance at him finally. “You do realise,” I counter, “that if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked.” He arches one blonde eyebrow at me, and I scowl before returning my attention to my phone. The contact still reads: Crazy Coffee Girl I know her name; it’s the one that haunts my every thought. But Crazy Coffee Girl just fits her better. Poppy is a delicate flower, and Crazy Coffee Girl is… well, she’s crazy and wild, and she has a defiant streak that calls to me.

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

Why would I even do that? Annie: Because if you do this, not only will Sophia be out of the picture, but every other woman coming. He’s popular now, Nessa! He isn’t the nerd we knew—he’s social media’s sweetheart now. And every dirty girl out there wants a taste of that teddy bear. I stared at her for a few seconds, squinting and processing what she said. That’s true. He is popular now. But he’s always going to be a nerd. A NERD!

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○*...°

he chuckled. I inclined towards Poppy and asked her “Who was the biggest?” She perked up at me. “Ethan Savage. He was the biggest, but he is always rude to me.” She explained. “Please, both of you stop this. I want to eat, and not listen to you talk about other things.” He said. “What dicks?” Poppy asked and I saw her smiling to herself. There was something going on between them, but I liked her. What if the others didn’t want to talk to me? There are many other people who are nice, and not only because they want something from me.

I huffed, yanking the can out of his meaty hands before he could pop the top. “Rude. But whatever.” Clay rolled his eyes. “So if your night with Don was so wonderful, I still have a hard time believing that but whatever. Why have you been crying?” “Mother.” I growled the word as I went to sit on my sofa. I sighed, popping the top and taking a sip of the familiar, soothing, mild, and slightly apple-like, with a berry after-flavor soda.

" Take; this is your dessert." " Thanks, Sierra, can you tell me about Peter." " Yeah," She said excited then sat next to me, " He is the sweetest boy you would see in this world, kind, compassionate, helpful, supportive, adventurous, brave, adroit, smart, easygoing, care about the people he likes and honest, in the other side, he is stubborn, headstrong, reckless, argumentative and mouthy when he gets angry. he brings the beautiful sides out of you."

"That is because we rarely meet in each other's office. But we do meet in clubs and sometimes in office too. They all are businessmen too." "I see." SOPHIA'S P.O.V I just didn't know how time flew. Caius and I talked about so many things. We both love watching cricket. Can you imagine? He is really a different person outside work. At office he is this tough rude and perfectionist person. He doesn't bear even a single mistake from anyone. That's one quality I admire about him. "Check please?" He said to the waiter. Out of politeness, I also opened my purse. It's not a date so

“Do you realize how hard I had to work to get her to have anything to do with me? And do you want to know why, aside from my horrible family, it was my money? She despises us. Thinks our culture and entitlement robs us of our humanity. I mean, look what all of you have done to her over the last year. And the saddest part is you don’t feel bad about it. You are a sociopath, mother.” Sophia snorted and took John’s hand. Still cradling Celine, Sebastian searched on his phone and said, “Here we go. A sociopath is created during early childhood and displays an entrenched behavior that disregards and violates the rights of others. They behave violently, recklessly, and impulsively with no regard f

“It’s just a little … intense.” I snort. But get it. “He can be a little overwhelming.” I pause, then add — because loyalty runs deep — “But underneath that tough-boy act is a real softy. He’d burn the world down for the people he loves.” Jesse lifts his milkshake in a lazy toast. “It’s always the hot ones that come with an arson-level personality disorder.” Hot ones? Something clicks into place with an audible thunk.