Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had a calm, effortless swagger, like the world would bend if he asked it to. Six foot three, Light-skinned. Hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal veined forearms. Built like he lived in the gym, but never made it his personality. And that face, pretty-boy features with a dirty mouth. Brown eyes like molasses when calm, and whiskey when they weren't. And trust me, they weren't always. He was a walking contradiction. Soft voice. Hard stare. Easy laugh. Impossible past.

“You’re a tough woman Miss future CEO.” “I’m not that tough. I just like to have fun. I’m way more laid back than you think Kieran. Besides, if I were 100 percent bitch people would hate me. Same if I were the complete opposite, they’d try to walk over me. I’m nice and kind but will tell you off for being a jerk or something. It shows I care but won’t be used. That’s the way I’ll run the business too.”

he said emotionally "I can see you're still finding it hard to get used to the gang. You still have a heart Eden, most of the men here have sold their hearts to the devil. Despite all you've been through, you still have a soft spot for people. I don't think anything can change that about you" She said to him " Just like you too. You're a nice woman even though you're a badass" He said and they both laughed. "You know, I've tried so many times to be hard. I've tried to develop a hard and brutal heart like Ray but there is another part of me that keeps resisting" He said

I asked. We continued to talk, harshly, to each other. I mean why can’t she just be softie like any other girl who’s too feminine and wear sexy dresses and confident showing off their selves and their feelings. For her, she’s too different and I have never encountered a stubborn woman like her ever before.

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

Hearing Jessica's statement Ryan could not help but burst into a guffaw. "Don't hold a grudge against him though he pretends to be a cold and ruthless, arrogant person but from inside he's soft as a candle. You can say he's like a coconut. Hard from the outside and soft from the inside so that no one could hurt him anymore like before." Jessie frowned her brows at him hearing the last sentence. And on the other side, Ivan cursed Ryan under his breath. "Gosh! This idiot can't keep his mouth shut. What's the need to tell her about me? Come home I'll see you." Shooting a deadly glare at Ryan he stabs the steak angrily.

But their personalities were clearly as if they were opposite. Gerald, who was generally known to be cold and firm, had a childish side and liked to sulk. While Ariana, outwardly, always showed her tough and strong side. In fact, her heart was fragile. She had a crisis of confidence that not many people knew about. That's why she always had negative thoughts about others. In fact, she was a good and gentle girl. She was caring and loving. And not many people knew that. Just look at how she treated Axel. She was so attentive and gentle. Even though Axel fell into the category of hyperactive and curious children.

They were then taken to the recovery room. Max ran back and forth to inquire about the situation, then returned with a sad face. "How are their injuries?" I asked Max. His eyes were wet and red. This startled me a bit; Max is strong. He is a dry person, like a log. We've known each other since childhood; Max is my subordinate and best friend. I understand him. Outsiders looking in will perceive Max as a rigid person who does everything according to the rules, does not know flexibility, and has no emotions. But I know he is very emotional; he often hides it inside, hiding all that softness with an expressionless face.

Something in his expression shifted, softened slightly, the way it did when she said the thing he hadn't known he needed to hear. "I thought she was cold," he said. "That was the word I always used. Cold. Like it was a personality trait instead of—" He gestured vaguely at the folder on the table. "Instead of a choice." "People like that always look cold from the outside," Grace said. "It's easier that way. If she'd seemed warm, you might have got closer. You might have seen something." Aiden sat down on the sofa properly. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and stared at the floor.