Comfort Characters Novels & Stories

It was probably a small thing-sweet treats, and water, for anyone else but…I really needed comfort food at the moment, and she provided it—one of my favorites. “Thank you so much!” “They’re just donuts and water, Vali,” she chuckled at me before rubbing my back comfortingly. I pulled away. “I know. I apologize. I just…I needed this.” I must have sounded foolish, but I didn’t even care. “Don’t mention it,” she said. “I’m glad I could provide you some sort of comfort-no matter how short-lived it may be,” Harlyn added; even she seemed to realize that something scary was on the horizon. “As I know, those donuts do not stand a chance of lasting the night in your presence.” Oh, guess not.

The next moment, they were fighting, and she found him the most uncomfortable man, maybe because of his behaviour. Or perhaps it was because he was her mate, so she found him comfortable, even if her wolf was cursed. Still, his presence gave it comfort—this was the only definition she could come up with. It might sound lame, but somehow it fit with the twisted bonding they had recently experienced. Before, she had found him unbearable. Now, his presence was bearable and sometimes comfortable too.

She said, "I am very sorry to hear that. I don't really know what to say in situations like these. I am not really good at comforting people, so I guess I could hug you if you need a hug." She offered. Karen nodded her head and they both hugged. Ember ran her hand through her hair, and she put a small chip there. And they broke away from the hug, she gave her a sympathetic smile.

He took a quick glance at his watch strapped around his wrist before refocusing on my face. “ I don't mind. I need someone to share my burden with." I replied and took my first spoonful of Salmon. Parsley tasted nice and delicious. I couldn't wait to fill my bowels with it. “ It's like this. There's Valerie. She's quiet and reserved,slow to anger and compassion of heart. And Charlotte is the exact opposite. Lousy and disoriented, quick to anger, loves to start an argument and I wouldn't call her compassionate. The only job she's very good at is seduction and she sucks at it. She doesn't know when I am in the mood or not. I don't know what to do."

Seeing her now, broken and screaming, made my heart ache in a way I hadn't expected. I approached her slowly, unsure of how to offer comfort to a woman who had always been as hard as ice. My voice stuttered as I spoke, “He is going to be alright, calm down, nothing is going to happen to him” The words felt foreign, awkward. How do you comfort someone who has never shown a crack in their armor?

It broke my heart looking at her sobbing in front of me and I feel the need to comfort her. I didn’t say a word. I just want to make her feel that she’s not alone. I always did it to Dale. I never say a word to comfort him because I am not good at it and it will not help so I will just wrap my arms around him and empathize with him until he feels better. Dale’s POV

“You smell really good. Like pine and… metal? No. Leather? No… wolf?” He made a broken noise. Her face nuzzled his neck. “Whitney,” he whispered, losing the battle, “you are tormenting me.” But Whitney, sweetly drunk and utterly oblivious, wrapped her arms fully around his neck and murmured with a sigh: “I like hugging you. You’re my comfort wolf.” Charles almost fell to his knees. Comfort wolf. His destined mate. His entire soul. Comfort wolf. He swallowed the madness rising in him and gently, very firmly, lifted her into his arms.

Emily said as she cleans her tears. I am glad I could be of help? I said as if it was a question. I don't do comforting people. The only person I can comfort without it weirding me out is my girlfriend. God, I will never get tired of thinking about that, she is my girlfriend, mine and mine alone.

I'm supposed to be brave and not showing my weak side especially in front of a woman but prise cannot overpower the love I had towards my mom. She moves closer to me and hugs me tightly to comfort me and tells a joke to make me feel good. "Am I really going to be a comforter from your mom down to you, cause I look more like a villain." I laughed at her jokes and wiped off my tears. "Is there anything you wanted to ask or clarify more?" She inquired.

Charlotte was genuinely complimenting him—she liked men who were rugged yet capable of being absorbed in something, completely grounded in the moment. Noah, however, misunderstood and thought she was criticizing him for not being comforting. He said softly, "Sorry… I'm not good at comforting people." "I usually don't either. I just… accompany people," Charlotte replied with a small smile. She popped open another beer and tilted her head to look at him. "That's enough for me. I like quiet people." Beneath his rough exterior, Noah could be surprisingly gentle. Charlotte noticed this and took another slow sip of beer.