Workaholic Characters Novels & Stories

“We’ll go out next weekend, Zayden. Can I get some work done now?” “It’s of no use, Zay. Let’s go.” They sulked and left while I released a deep sigh and continued to work. I knew I had turned into a workaholic, trying to hide my loneliness in my work. Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t I relax and enjoy life for a change?

If this was any other time, Sean would definitely be too strong-willed to fall after Michael’s clearly provocative verbal attacks. However… Ray gave the man in front of her a careful peek, worry flashing through his eyes… Sean had not had any proper rest for a long time now. Over the past three years, he had morphed into a workaholic, finishing every week’s worth of work in three days. It would not matter if he only tried that occasionally, but Sean never stopped doing that for three whole years… all so he could take the four days he had freed up every week to run around everywhere, looking for the slightest of traces.

It was because of this exact trait that was causing each and every one of them to be unhappy. Perhaps it was because life wasn’t as good as it should be, so they were all fully devoted to work. Hence, there were many workaholics in the Locke Family. “I will never marry a woman I don’t love.” Matthias stared directly at the head of the family and emphasised each word like an oath and with determination.

"Shawn, you're on time. The profit has increased by 40%. You have contributed a lot!" Shawn sat on the sofa expressionlessly. "It's not enough. Keep working." Joe almost vomited blood when he heard it. "40%! What else do you want? Are you going to exhaust yourself to the point of being awarded the title of a model worker, and then who's going to give you an award!" Shawn had become a complete workaholic over the years! He had to work overtime every night until late at night, and the lights in the president's office were always on.

I knew he didn’t fully understand my work or the finance market, but his confidence that I’d do a great job only made me more excited about the idea. “I’m not looking for something at that level. I want something calmer, with flexible hours. I need to make up for all the years I lost. I haven’t taken a vacation since I started working—I threw myself into it completely, and now I need to slow down.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out why I’d turned into a workaholic for so long, but he didn’t ask, just turned his eyes back to the road. I wasn’t sure if Marcos knew I was hiding something from my past. His look hinted at something, but if he suspected anything, he never said.

"What is the current one? I'll try my best to never forget, we can order it too if you want." "No, this is already too much and I only have an hour before I get back to work." Gabriella nodded, going to tear open the package, "to be honest, I didn't think you'd accept to snack with me." "I needed a brief distraction from work, so you're in luck." "Why though, you never get tired of work, nor distracted to this extent. You wouldn't even take my calls during your work hours." "Right." Anderson sighed, realizing how much he's changed. He knew he loved his work with all of him but he could also feel himself slipping away from it. His workaholic dutiful self was gradually tearing off and he didn'

He continued, "But if it came from you, I believe he might actually consider it. So I was hoping… maybe now and then, you could help pull him away from work and get him to unwind. It would be good for him." Marisol had indeed noticed this. The first couple of days, she'd seen him around the villa frequently, but afterward, she only saw him at breakfast, as he worked late every night. He was a true workaholic. However, since she'd seen him handle everything with ease and he never showed any fatigue in front of her, she'd assumed he enjoyed working. After all, when Nick worked on programming projects back in college, he'd been equally intense, going days and nights without rest.

"So there is another workaholic?" "Yeah," Ken said, shaking his head regretfully, "it's because of our boss. After that huge fire, he barely survived, spent over two years in intensive care, and now he's back, working himself into the ground. Thinks he’s made of iron or something. You wouldn’t believe it, but back then, our work hours were pretty flexible. We were all night owls—coming in during the afternoon, working through the night, then sleeping during the day. Now? No way. The boss is here by six every morning, so we can't exactly roll in at noon, can we?"

Alberich had not given his nod of approval to his daughter marrying Ryan again, he had accepted Ryan, so it would only be a matter of time before he agreed to their marriage. The client whom Silvia had been entertaining for two days suddenly placed two particularly large orders when he was about to leave, which left Silvia confused. The client said very sincerely, “I’m a workaholic. To put it bluntly, I’m a bit selfish. I always put forward work requests regardless of the time and occasion, and I would even call people when they're still asleep, regardless of the time difference, and ask them to get up and discuss the style with me if I have a sudden design inspiration. Many people who have

I said, eyeing his mug, “you should probably cut back on the coffee. You're turning into a full-blown workaholic.” Daniel smirked. “Me? Nah... I’m a functional workaholic.” I raised an eyebrow. “No such thing.” “Sure there is,” he insisted. “I drink coffee, I power through my work, and I still make time to hang out with you... So technically, I’m winning.” I snorted. “Yeah, well... you’re one late-night spreadsheet away from crashing in the middle of a meeting.” “Please,” Daniel chuckled. “I thrive under pressure.”