Gentleness Synonym Novels & Stories

Not fear. Something gentler than either. And gentleness, she had learned, was far more dangerous than desire. Because desire you could resist. Fear you could fight. But gentleness had a way of slipping past defenses without permission. She looked down at her notes, pretending indifference, yet found she could still hear him—every word landing with careful precision, never wasted, never rushed. A man comfortable with silence was a man who did not need control to feel powerful. That alone made him different from anyone in her past.

The most gentle one yet the rudest one. ~~~ VOTE & COMMENT<3

“Be gentle, Gaven. Strength without gentleness is just another kind of cruelty.” “You are the only person I let speak to me this way,” I remind her. “And that is because you know I speak the truth.” I leave without responding, but the words follow me down the corridor, settling somewhere deep and uncomfortable in my chest. Gentle. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that, but for Fern, I might have to learn.

Settling back on my haunches, I watched my fingers disappear in and out of her. And it was the most erotic, most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Only made better by the desperate sounds she was making. If she liked it like this, then Gemma was in for a treat because this was me being gentle. Something I almost never was, even if my name was Gentleman. A gentleman in the streets, that was me. In the bedroom, though?

When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as ever. "Get some good sleep. I'll be right here by your side." A second later, I heard his thoughts again. [Finally. Some peace and quiet.] Those were just simple words, yet they hurt deeper than any venomous insult ever could. I didn't say another word and lay silently on my side of the bed. The heavy blanket pressed down suffocatingly against my chest. Beside me, Alder tapped on his phone, as if it had all been my imagination, but I knew the truth.

He’s especially gentle with Cyrene, who still wears the golden mark, the Blessing of the Dragons, that he gave her on the day of her birth. While Kaze gets bored and moves on to other things, Cyrene can’t seem to get enough of her brother, climbing over him, tumbling down his body, only to be caught by Ancalagon when she could possibly hurt herself. When he purrs at her, she lays her head against him as if hugging him. “He’s so sweet with her,” I say to Zephyr. “He always has been,” she says, smiling at her two oldest children. I begin rubbing my stomach and Zephyr looks at me. “How are you doing?”

"You think it's recognizing?" "Perhaps not cognitively. But rhythm, repetition. Tonal patience. That's what it's calibrated to." Elira narrowed her eyes at the waveforms. "So even plants react better to language honed for tenderness?" The tech chuckled. "Don't know if they get it. But they linger longer when it's said softly." Clause Eleven flashed on the control screen: Gentleness builds endurance. --- 6:09 PM — Sector G, Lattice-Grown Meeting Amphitheater

“What’s wrong with that? You’re my baby...” His unreasonable behavior annoyed me. I frowned and shoved him with great force. “Austin! I may be your girlfriend, but can’t you at least read the room? Did you even think about how I would feel? “You’re always like this. You never respect me.” We ended up in a big argument. Austin looked embarrassed as he clenched his fists on both sides. “Marina, I’ve gone out of my way to be nice to you! “If it bothers you that much, let’s break up.”

I said tenderly as I look through her eyes, "I'll be gentle." "Lexter," she softly whispered. I felt happy calling me by my name. "Hmm.. I'll be gentle.. mmm," I groaned as my dick was already swollen. I entered her tight p*ssy slowly and gently. It felt so fucking delicious, tight and warm inside, my dick's home. I slowly thrusting her sweet, tight p*ssy in and out as I also needed to be careful with my babies inside her womb. I had missed her moans so much.

I can feel my cheeks flush in red because of embarrassment. “Honey, how are you now? What did you do all day?” he asked in a serious voice but not domineering. Actually, I can still hear the gentleness in his voice. He always use this tone when he is talking to me. Serious but gentle, just like his personality. When he is talking to other people, he sounds so casual without gentleness at all. I can’t help but to notice his gentle attitude towards me. Being at the receiving end of his soft side is quite flattering.