Sparkling Personality Novels & Stories

“I would rather walk on broken glass, than do that.” “I thought as much.” “You wouldn't be able to run Cross Industries either.” “I would, if you were not such a control freak.” “If I am such a control freak, pigs will fly.” “There.” I pointed at him. “Why do you always treat people with that condescending attitude?” “At this point it's fair to say, you are very hard to please.” “Do you want to know what I think about your rotten personality? You are impossible!!” “Then I hope you don't mind hearing my assessment of your personality too, everything about you is screaming spoiled.”

She had friends without even trying, smiled like she’d been trained by royalty, and somehow managed to make even chewing gum look like an art form. Me? I’m Marigold. The “other twin.” The one people only remember after a mental pause. I was shy—not the adorable, soft kind of shy that boys in movies find endearing, but the awkward, stutter-over-my-own-name type. I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t charming. I was… well, I was smart, I guess, but apparently that’s less impressive when your sister is basically a walking PR campaign for herself.

— I ask, since it’s his turn again. — Yeah. Short, cute, kind, funny, preferably with short dark hair and a certain sweetness… if you know what I mean — he says the last part just loud enough for me to hear. — Oh, I know. That sweetness is definitely delicious — I say, smiling when he misses. — What’s your type? — he nods at me and clicks his tongue at the end. — I don’t have a specific type in terms of looks. But personality-wise, I’m drawn to smart, caring, understanding, funny, confident, beautiful girls… with that same sweetness we were talking about — I say, sinking another ball.

It looked so silly that I giggled again, covering my mouth too late. “Wanna see a new trick I learned?” his hands asked. I nodded so fast my hair bounced. New tricks were always the best. He bent closer and snapped his fingers, and sparks jumped out, popping and cracking like fireworks. Then they moved like little zigzags across the air before fading. I call him Sparky because every time he does that, my tummy feels like it’s fizzing too. “Pretty,” I signed to him, still in awe as he blew softly on the flame and it stretched into a glowing ribbon that curled through the air like a dragon’s tail.

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

At least until I can come up with another not-so-obvious excuse to give her more. Her eyes widen with shock when she sees how much it is, but she's a smart girl. She's not trying to tell me it's too much or that I shouldn't have. She knows she needs, it so she just takes it. "I would have preferred to have your beloved girlfriend arrested, but I guess this is okay too," she mutters with a sassy tone, making me laugh again, "Why are you so giggly today?" That makes me pause. I think if someone were to ask people who know me to describe me, they'd say I'm... responsible, serious, focused, a good guy, maybe even boring. I don't think anyone would say I'm ‘giggly’ at all.

However, Daniel was extremely calm when he answered, "In my opinion, her personality is a combination of contradictions. Although she's indifferent in nature, she's always careful with her money. In fact, every coin is precious to her that she even keeps her trusty notebook to jot down all her expenses. She's easily satisfied, but she's also very ambitious when it comes to her career. She doesn't easily back down from a challenge. Even if it would take days for her to finish even just one design, you can count that she'll be on her work desk for days." He paused as his eyes gleamed with love. "She loves to laugh. In fact, when she's laughing, she'll grin so crazily that you'll find yourself

"What's going on with you, Chuck? The market hasn't been good recently. How can you blame that on me?" "Who else should I blame if not you? Starlight Group never faced these issues when Julia was still around!" Chuck was stunned by the words that left his own lips. Why was he comparing Julia and Rebecca? Meanwhile, Rebecca's temper exploded after hearing Chuck's words. "What are you trying to say, Chuck? Are you regretting your decision now? Are you thinking about how amazing that hag, Julia, is? "Don't forget that you're the one who tossed her aside time and time again for me. You're the one who said that she's rigid and boring. A woman like me, who knows how to enjoy life, is much more att

I thought to myself with worry on my face. “Well, your second personality was an adventurous one. He loved to go to different places and to make new friends. He was very cheerful and funny,” I said, trying to be as vague as possible. “Are you trying to say I'm not cheerful and funny?” Steven asked. “My lord, you hardly ever smile, and when you do, it's a lot more intimidating than cheerful. Not that I don't like your smile; it's just that you're... not very good at being happy,” I replied, playing with my fingers behind me.

He is a good, serious person whom I trust in every condition. Sammy darling, she's the heart of our group. Black hair with red highlighter, bold and confident personality. She's the person whom I call when I feel not right. Lily, my other darling, she's with a golden heart. Never complain about her life, like sunshine. Wear specks with chubby cheeks and a shy personality. She holds me when I want to cry.