Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

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.

I was trying to defend myself I couldn’t let him look down on me. " And the weird one is you! " I added " ME?! WHY?! " His eyes widened in shock at my statement. " Yeah! Is pink your favourite colour? Your whole bedroom is full of pink, I thought you don’t like feminine. You give that ‘I’m hard on the outside but soft on the inside’ a kind of vibe. " I looked at him from head to toe. He scoffed. " But you don’t have to worry, Sir. Your secret is safe with me because I am a trustworthy woman. I- "

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.

She leaned over and said gently "You know you don't have to try hard to please her. She's hard to please." "Hmmm" I said, glancing at the stairs in case someone saw us. She added quickly, "but let me tell you, she has a soft, hard. How can someone be both soft and hard-hearted at the same time?" She said, and I wondered if that was a question or a statement. I smiled and chipped in "your apron is nice." She seemed contended and waved at me "Oh, look at you passing compliments when you're the real beauty queen here."

I have never liked him, and trust me, I still find it pretty hard to gush over a man like him. He is handsome. Probably the most handsome man you would ever see in all your life, but he just happened to be a man with a cold exterior and a hard look that would actually never end. And I am the opposite. I am the most cheerful person ever. But to him, I am just a loud girl with no sense of decorum, but trust me, I didn’t come to this already very chaotic life just to wear a hard look for the rest of my already miserable life.

“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.