Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

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.

Though, I had the distinct impression that there would be no silences with this woman around, she seemed to talk more than I did when I got on one of my rambles. She pursed her lips, seeming to be thinking about it, and I took my opportunity to study her. She was extremely pretty in the understated, ‘I-don’t need-to-dress-up-too-much-or-put-on-too-much-make-up’ kind of way. Her personality seemed to burst from every pore, making her seem even more cute and adorable. I could see a lot of Jace in this woman, the way he seemed to be able to make people laugh or smile or feel comfortable. He looked like his dad, but he had his mom’s ability to light up a room – just minus the crazy.

She nodded, but a few seconds later, she shook her head again. “I know his family background’s information, yes, but the whole him? No. Partly, I know how he acts and reacts. I don’t know what’s running inside his mind; the only thing I know is he’s a great man. He can be cruel and cold, like everyone says about him, but inside, he’s a soft-hearted man who craves the affection he didn’t get from his own family,” she answered, which caught my attention.

His head is down, over his phone, which gives me a chance to take a look at him without him noticing. Caelin Blackfoot is the type of man dreams are made of. He's hard where he should be, and soft in all the ways you want him to be. Although I'm not dumb; I know he's not like that with everyone. I seem to be one of the only people he reserves his soft side for. But the hard? I think I kind of like that more.

“Turns out being loud and opinionated and not taking shit makes people uncomfortable when you’re supposed to be soft and docile.” I blink. “I’ve literally never seen you soft or docile.” “Exactly.” He smirks. “But you? You’re different. And I don’t mean that in a ‘trauma made you quirky’ kind of way. I mean, you’ve got that steel spine underneath all the polish. I see it.” I shift in my seat, not sure what to say. Compliments always make me weird, and this one cuts too close to something I’ve been trying to rebuild.

“I hope you do. Do you, though? Since when did you get all soft and romantic?” I paused. That question went straight to my gut. I am not a softie; I am the tough love kind of girl so yeah, it was weird even hearing myself say these things about my boss. It’s like something inside me flipped. Like I’d woken up a whole new version of myself. Stronger. Colder. Maybe even meaner. Maybe this version of me doesn’t wait around. Maybe she doesn’t play nice. Maybe she doesn’t care who gets hurt if it means getting what she wants.

I could practically taste the passion, it makes my cheeks heat and heart swell with happiness. Hardin may not always provide compliments, but he doesn't have to. I see him, I see the way his smile lights up the entire room, the sound of his laugh is better than Christmas morning, but I also see the way he treats his pack. He's kind, and nurturing, and understanding, and he's generous, even if he doesn't see himself as any of these things. He's a good man, even with his temper and demanding nature. He's just a beautiful person, inside and out, and that's what I love most. "You can go first." Hardin whispers against my lips, before retracting from me completely. I feel cold instantly, his warm

It was just that it felt - good, thrilling even, to be at the center of his attention and to soak up this warm, smooth side of him that she had only ever seen hints of before tonight. It was like he was a different person. No, that wasn't right. She could still feel his marble exterior, the hardness, the keen, dangerous edges that made up his personality. But now she could feel the heat that radiated from within, too, flames stoked to life where there used to be only embers.

Before continuing, she lets out a small chuckle. "He appears to be the most horrible person to be around at first, but once you get to know him, he isn't so bad,” she smiled in thought. “I was asked if his heart is made of steel or something. Some describe him as fearless, while others describe him as a heartless man. That's probably not something a mother wants to hear about her son. Others, however, are unaware of what he endured as a child. He has had a difficult life, and on top of that, he has many responsibilities as well as enemies. As a result, he has a tough demeanor and plays hard to get along. But don't let that frighten you. He just can't seem to keep his cool around other people

“I do like you, Mel. I’ve liked you for a long time.” “Der…” I looked away, suddenly feeling extremely exposed under his intense gaze. He took another step closer. “I like how you act all tough with your tattoos and sharp tongue,” he continued, “but you’re actually such a softy inside.” “Oh my god! What? I'm no softy!” That made me laugh.