Will Solace Personality Novels & Stories

He does not have the slightest idea of what Azazel has done to him, by turning him into a more monstrous thing than he already is. "However, I would really like to kill you and that little beta of yours. What was her name again?" Elliot said walking gradually towards Solana. She took a step back, she isn't liking the aura around him, her instincts are telling her that he was dangerous, beyond how Illac is.

Jake stroked Josalyn’s arms to calm her. “Remember I never met her. What’s your mother’s personality like right before you left her? You just said it makes sense. Is it possible she’d do this?” “Simple. Her personality sucked. Selfish and self-motivated. We never got along. She’d disappear for days or weeks at a time. She’d leave me alone or with strangers. Some were terrifying to a child.” Josalyn said. She wrapped her arms about her as though she sought comfort from her memories. Jake’s heart broke for her, and he became more determined to find a better solution. He knew the truth would lead him to that solution.

Noticing how Mable's expression grew serious, Solomon sat up straight and asked, “What on earth did he tell you?” “That the Necro Poison has a side effect of destabilizing the emotional state of its victim. The theory is that I never had much affection toward Blair. It was only the Necro Poison inside me that made me feel drawn toward the male base inside him. That is why I was so completely obsessed with him, willing to risk it all for him.” Solomon's expression shifted sharply as he cried out vehemently, “How can that be?!”

“More miserable? Ha—?” Veronica’s second personality was disdainful. Summer sighed and stood up straightly. “In the past, I wanted her to disappear more than you do. But later... I regretted it.” “So, we are the same type of person.” Veronica smiled coldly and tidied up her hair. Her timid character changed, and she put on an imposing aura. “Only when she disappeared, I can fully live my own life.” “Multiple personality disorder is destined to be a tragedy.” Summer said profoundly and looked at Veronica quietly. “So, why are you telling me all these?”

That was the very last thing Sophie needed. It wasn’t often that Sage and his wolf were in accord on things. It wasn’t that their natures were very different; it was that they were so similar—hard, pushy, stubborn, and mostly serious. They both had such strong, forceful personalities that they clashed a lot. But they had one very big difference: their taste in women. Sage was allured by confident, courageous females who took life as severely as he did. His wolf, on the other hand, was so easily frustrated that he generally tended to like mischievous, resolute females that would present a challenge.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

"This just means you don't know each other very well." "Yes, we do!" she protested. Wanting to get down to the bottom of this, Lucy turned her gaze to Zac. "Fine. Zac, tell me how much you know about our Hazel." 'Shit! I forgot to write that down!' Hazel thought to herself. However, Zac 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 needs a man. The best person is to have $150,000 left over to share. Carina Scodelario stared at the small bonfire she burned herself in the middle of her living room floor and wondered if she had completely lost her mind. The piece of paper in her hand contained all the qualities she dreamed her soulmate would have. Loyalty. Intelligence. Sense of humor. A strong sense of family and love for animals. And a solid income. Most of her ingredients are being boiled. A hair from a family member – her brother is still angry. A combination of aromatic herbs – will probably give him a gentle personality. And a small bar for... uhm, she hoped it wouldn't deliver what she feared.

But the truth was more complex, a tapestry of love, betrayal, and sacrifice. Solas sat on a smooth, stone ledge within the cave, his back against the cool, damp rock. His shoulder-length black hair framed a face of striking beauty, his pale blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the narrow crevice in the cave's ceiling. His features were sharp, almost ethereal, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His skin, as light as the moon's own glow, contrasted sharply with the darkness of his hair. He was well-built, his body a testament to strength and resilience, yet his modern attire—jeans, a simple black shirt, and a leather jacket—gave him an air of famili

“AS you please,” Solomon said, as he move forward. “Yes, please!!” Unable to ignore the pleading in those words, Solomon finally threw caution to the wind and slammed his mouth down on Lucia’s. Electricity danced up his spine, and his beast gleefully pounced, taking over. Unable to stop his other nature, Solomon gave in. The need to conquer, to have, flowed through his veins. The damn creature wanted to hear Lucia moan in pleasure. The urge to wrap her up and protect her was slowly driving Solomon insane.