Novel & Cerita Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality

"He is very intelligent and loves to study, so that sometimes he is too absorbed in the world and seems not to care about those around him. He is also a bit sensitive and stubborn." "Owh, that's great, Mrs. Hardy," Melisa responded. "A sensitive man will usually treat his partner with care. He will also be loyal to his partner." "I hope the two of them will fit together," Thomas added enthusiastically. Janeth smiled proudly and realized that Hardys seemed interested and liked her. She feigned embarrassment and displayed a humble attitude in front of them. After all, Hardy's family was very wealthy and he figured that if she could be part of it her life would be much more interesting and enjo

“It’s just a little … intense.” I snort. But get it. “He can be a little overwhelming.” I pause, then add — because loyalty runs deep — “But underneath that tough-boy act is a real softy. He’d burn the world down for the people he loves.” Jesse lifts his milkshake in a lazy toast. “It’s always the hot ones that come with an arson-level personality disorder.” Hot ones? Something clicks into place with an audible thunk.

He gently embraced her again and her eyes wandered around his room. “When we date someone, we have to bring him home on the first date or the first week. He… he interviews the guys for their motives, intentions… to make sure they’re serious about his daughters. He also checks their backgrounds, personality and character. Pretty much the usual, but he prefers them to be personal. You know, acting like part of the family. Not hiding too many things. Open. Showing some vulnerability. Dad doesn’t like a proud person. He wants the man to be humble and to show weakness. Essentially, to be human. He doesn’t like a man who’s too proud and only talks about himself and his achievements.”

my skin color got lighter in this part of the region perhaps the new destination will give my skin some nice tan. My straight dark hair is slowly growing down to the middle of my back. I need to cut it short when I get to my third city. I don't need attention to myself and don't need to make friends either, I already made that mistake over here, these people don't need to die just because they met me. I don't care for an intimate relationship like Carly. I know how badly she wants that life with children, she can't stop talking about it. I on the other hand just want to live free maybe have a pet. See the world, live old and die!

I interrupted with annoyance, “And I do know how to fight, I've been boxing for years.” Hardy stared at me for a few seconds before exhaling in resignation. "Son of a bitch, you really care about these kids,” he said leaning against the frame of the sliding doors. "It wasn't my thought to grow fond of them, much less this fast, but can you blame me? Look at this girl, although she likes to deny everything, she's super smart and Aiden is so polite and well behaved..." I shrugged. “It's impossible, man.” "And there's Eva too, right?” He said serious “I guess you didn't expect to become fond of her either...”

Oswald began to raise his face, he thought for a moment, then began to speak: “The first time I met Harding, he was a very lovely and likable boy, it seemed everything around Harding too simple, so his thinking is simple, the boy is gentle and honest and I used to think that if Vera could marry him, she would be extremely happy. By the time Vera married Harding, I could no longer see the sincerity in his eyes, which was more cynical and scary than I thought. However, that Harding boy was always trying to be normal and I didn't notice his abnormality so I kept quiet. Since the day Vera married Harding, the baby did not seem to be free, every day he had to live a hard and boring life. She once

I suppose the fact that I was the one who initiated it gave me a sense of power, but the reality of his response was far better than I had envisioned. I didn't expect that specific level of tenderness and softness from such a fundamentally hard man. Rune was a man of stone and iron—hard in voice, hard in stature, and hard in his convictions. It was difficult to reconcile the Alpha who could tear a man's throat out with the man who had just swept me off my feet with such devastating gentleness.

I was a goody two-shoes. I was sweet and soft-spoken, polite and careful with money, the kind of person who read a lot and knew how to behave. I always looked bright and cheerful, and I worked hard at my studies. Yeah, right. That was just the role I played in front of my older relatives. The real me was a completely different story. I was rebellious and sharp-tongued, with a wild streak, a calculating side, and a long memory for grudges. And I wasn't someone people could push around.

Not forgiven. But seen. We aren’t friends, not even in the slightest. It's still a miracle how we manage not to tear each other's face when we glare. Fuck yeah, I hate everything he likes. Likewise him. He hated my jokes, rolled his eyes at every word I said, and looked at me like I farted patriotism. But he listened. His ears worked even when his mouth was full of insults. That was something. But the thing that got me most? He was soft. Not weak — soft. There’s a difference. Weak snaps. Soft absorbs. Quincy absorbed everything with that stiff-ass spine and quiet pride, and he still looked at the world like it owed him more than just pain.

Hardin I have mastered an ability—the ability to study people. Before I interact with you, I first analyze your façade, observing and understanding the kind of person you are. A lot of times, people get surprised when I tell them what's on their minds. It's not because I have supernatural powers. No. It's simply something I grew up with. Being raised in the hands of a powerful gang taught me what it meant to be strong.