Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

I would always love her. "What kind of a girl is she?" He asked me with his eyes closed and leaned back. "She is a good one. The one who stands up for herself and doesn't back down easily. She is a great person. Hard on the exterior but soft from the inside. When she is inside a room, her presence commands your attention. She is drop dead gorgeous. She knows how to fight her battles even when she is the one in the wrong." I smiled at that one remembering when Val and I had that fight on our first anniversary.

What's wrong with that? Now I see the truth clearly. My 'softness' made me an outsider in the Bello family. The pitiful, weak link who never truly belonged. "Don't call me soft!" I tear away from his grasp, glaring. "Don't call me soft like it's a bad thing." "Lara, we don't have time for an outburst. Yes, you're angry. But save it for when we're not in wolf territory!" "Being soft isn't a bad thing," I declare, folding my arms. "Wanna know what's bad?!"

Her father closed his eyes briefly before speaking again. “You know what people misunderstand about strength?” Elena looked toward him carefully. “What?” “That softness and strength aren’t opposites.” The words settled heavily into the room. Because Elena had spent most of her life believing the exact opposite. Softness felt dangerous. Softness meant exposure. Weakness. Risk. But maybe hardness wasn’t strength at all. Maybe it was armor. And armor had its purpose— But people were never meant to live inside it forever. Her chest tightened quietly. “I don’t know how to be soft without feeling unsafe.”

"Honestly, Father. It's water under the bridge—." "No, it isn't. You know, I vowed to be a different man than my father was. But over the years, the job of being the man in charge has hardened me. But your mother and I agree that it's hardened you far quicker. I've played games with your life, trained you, and instilled the need for change in you. But I don't think you see the side to me that simmers beneath the surface. I'm a hard man, Luca. There's no doubt about that, but inside. Inside, I'm as soft as you, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. That's humanity, after all." "What are you saying?" I interrupt, disbelieving this man before me is the father who's dragged me through the worst s

While he was darkly colored, with his very own mess of chocolate curls, tanned skin, and a mix of brown and green eyes, she was lightly colored with her flaming red hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes. Where he was outgoing, outspoken, and so full of energy he literally was unable to sit still for more than five minutes, she was sometimes soft-spoken, calm, and mostly kept to herself. But even with a soft personality resulting in her being an introvert, she had one hell of a temper in her repertoire. It was only in this aspect that were they similar. They were both fiercely loyal and could blow up quicker than a short, fused firecracker. But even with such fire behind their backs, they were

'People think I am strong. I am not strong. There is a difference between a strong person and a stubborn person who just won't put her sword down. I am the latter. Again and again and again... pick the sword up, pick the sword up, pick the sword up. I'm hard-headed not hard-hearted. I may be stubborn, sassy and rude at times, but I have a big heart and care about others more than I should.' ❤❤❤❤A NEW FOUND FRIEND AND MEETING THE A****N'S❤❤❤❤

Because he wouldn’t ask me to off someone and then let me get away with knowing that he asked, would he? “Uh, that’s kind of vague.” I’m barely holding my shit together right now. I thought Leon was a nice guy under that gruff exterior. Because every hard-ass bosshole of a boss hides a soft, mushy interior because they don’t want anyone to know how they really are sweet inside, don’t they?

I return the embrace, tightly but not painfully—just enough to make her feel like she can be safe, for once. I expected her to feel like her personality—strong, stubborn, independent. But she's very small and fragile in my arms. It makes me believe that she's hard as stone on the outside, but on the inside she's soft, gentle and yearning for someone to see that. It's just her exterior is so damn tough it's hard for people to get through. "Why haven't you left yet?" she starts to ramble. "I'm such a pain in the ass and I'm such a mess and I don't understand why you didn't cut me off so long ago because I-I—"

Although, he hopes that they are all well and return home safe. "Does your friend always say that he will give up his soul to protect the person who is very important to him?" "Yes! he is also very stubborn. But that is precisely what makes him so attractive!" "You're right, Nathan! someone tough, it doesn't mean they are heartless. They just hide their tenderness under a mask of violence," "Next, who's next? there's more, right?"

Every time, she'd frown deeply and grumble with utter disdain, "You young people, throwing your money around like it's nothing!" However, I didn't miss the way her eyes reddened when she turned away to try them on. By the time the second spring rolled around, my followers across all platforms had officially crossed the ten-million mark. I'd become a highly influential blogger, known for my deeply personal essays on family and emotional wellness. A well-respected local talk show extended me an invitation, which I accepted. On the show, I spoke from an objective point of view about the emotional abuse people suffer from their own families.