Be Gentle Novels & Stories

Ember's POV I had always been the gentle one in our family. The diplomat who resolved conflicts with words instead of claws. The empath who felt everyone's pain and tried to fix it. Watching Grandma demonstrate combat techniques made me realise gentle did not mean weak. She was ninety four years old and moved slowly but her form was perfect. Every strike calculated. Every defense efficient. No wasted movement. No hesitation. "Your empathy is not a weakness Ember," she said while showing me a defensive stance. "It is your greatest weapon if you learn to use it correctly."

But all those details paled in significance compared to the simple fact of seeing Ravyn right there before him. "Let's go home." Gentle's gentle tone carried a subtle mixture of pity and a touch of conscience. This was because his earlier use of harsh words had been the very reason they had lost touch over the past three months.

The kitchen was very still. Mom’s eyes filled slowly. She didn’t speak for a long moment. That man,” she said quietly. “That man.” Sage reached over and squeezed her hand. “He really is God-sent, Mom,” she said gently. “He really is.” She paused. “But today is your birthday. No more tears.” Sage let go. Mom pressed her hand to her chest. “You’re right.” “Your gifts are over there,” Sage gestured to the counter. “Waiting very patiently.”

My chest tightens. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I say. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “I do.” “How?” His eyes hold mine. “Because you’re already trying not to.” The words sink into me. Careful. Precise. Infuriatingly gentle. And that’s when it happens. The smallest shift. My hand lifts. I don’t plan it. I don’t think. I just— Touch him. My fingers brush his jaw. Light. Tentative.

Up her arms, I trace the goosebumps rising on her skin, trying to pour every ounce of tenderness I have into my touch. I’ve never been gentle with anyone, but for her I want to be. I need to be. She’s my mushroom. My Rain. “Let it all out,” I continue, my voice rough around the edges but softer than I’ve ever made it for anyone. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. Let it out.” Gentle. I have to be gentle. I’ve taken her roughly before, claimed her in ways that left bruises and screams, when I let myself get carried away but now?

It’s been three weeks since my body has opened to his touch and I shuddered at the sudden intrusion. “Gentle,” I whispered hesitantly to him, amazed I could form any words at all. “Gentle.” “Oh no,” he replied, pulling his mouth away from my aching globe momentarily. “I have waited long to fuck you and while it’s going to be a lot of things – gentle is not one of them.”

“She was impossible about details.” Despite everything, a tiny smile tugs at my lips. That makes his gaze soften. “She said if our child was to be brought into a violent world, then the first thing they should know was gentleness.” The room blurs for a second and I blink hard. “She sounds nothing like you,” I murmur. A breath that could almost be a laugh leaves him. “No. She wasn’t. She was soft. Kind. Loving.” Silence settles between us again, but not the sharp kind. Not the dangerous kind. This feels different. Fragile. Like one wrong word could shatter it.

You belong here as much as anyone else. I approached Ms. Gentle and gave a graceful curtsy, keeping my movements simple but steady. “Lady Amelia of the Silver Moon Pack,” I said, my voice soft yet unwavering, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ms. Gentle’s approving smile sent a small rush of relief through me.

"I'll be gentle." He kept kissing and caressing every inch of her until her body begged for his. Just as she was about to moan and beg him to enter her, as if he knew he leaned into her pulled his fingers out of her and he grabbed her legs again, parting them wide and then his rock-hard member drove itself into her sensitive flesh gently. Rita’s body screamed with the mix of the pleasure and pain at the intrusion but it didn't hurt as she had expected. It was only uncomfortable. Kwan was slow and gentle and her body adjusted quickly to his.

I snap, and he slowly pulls away, his lips parting from mine. “Please…” I start hesitantly, my heart hammering against my chest. “Please be gentle with me from now on.” He pulls away just enough to meet my eyes, and my breath catches in my throat. I gulp, forcing myself to continue. “You’ll treat me gently, right? With care… because of the baby growing inside me.” Lennox’s eyes, always hard and intense, soften for the briefest second. “Of course, I will,” he breathes, and relief washes over me.