Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

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.

The thought slightly stung, but it was the only logical explanation I could give myself. I did my best to hide my bewilderment and decided it would be wiser to play dumb as a means of getting more information. “What do you mean?” I asked. She jutted her chin out toward the rink. “They have a way of attracting people, even when their personality may not be the best, people are always gravitating toward them. They both possess that ‘bad boy’ exterior but once you get to know them they’re really soft and caring.”

And she would understand it sooner or later. I leaned back in my chair, still watching the video on my phone, satisfied. People were running, shouting. Then, I imagined her face, shocked and angry. She was too proud to cry in front of anyone. But I knew her. I had studied her since the moment she walked into my world, wearing her father's name like a crown she hadn’t earned yet. She was bold, smart and ambitious. But still too soft inside. And softness? Softness gets you killed in our world.

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

John replied and walked out of the door with the suitcase before slamming it shut lightly. Tarquin sighed and rubbed his arching temples, being a tough Boss to your employees isn't easy, but he believed employees trample on weak Bosses which he vowed he would never be to any of his employees so he would rather hold on to the facade of being harsh and heartless, than doting and understanding. When you are harsh, your employees will get serious with whatever you ordered them to do. Besides they would never dare to go against you but when you appear very soft and understanding, they would want to ride over you and do as they please.

He was just average in every way. 'He wants to become the Alpha? Did he ever see his face in the mirror? What quality does he have to become an Alpha? He was nothing compared to Leonardo. Where he's enchantingly beautiful. I had never seen anyone so tall and admirably handsome all in one, along with a strong dominating aura that radiated from him, proving power and vitality. He looks calm but exceptionally dangerous. Though he looks like a coconut shell on the outside, he's soft as a marshmallow on the inside. But he never shows his soft side to anyone. He thinks people think a soft-hearted person is weak. He has a sexy eight-pack body and well-built muscles which is enough to tremble the en

The strange guy muttered with straight face as he roared the engine to life. "I'm sorry, dad. I got caught up by traffic when coming." Hardie rolled his eyes at him. I nearly choke on my breath. What sort of white lie or lame excuse is this? Who get caught up by traffic on the air? The guy only nod again with out saying a word. "Is he always like this?" I whisper to Hardie's ear. "Like what?" " Cold and finding it difficult to talk, I'm not feeling comfortable with his aura." "Lincoln is just playing the hard guy game."

I said, while keeping my phone in my pocket, "I was already aware of it. Sour food people are thought to be critical and harsh, yet they hold themselves to high standards." "I believe they made an error." "How?" "Because you're neither harsh nor critical. You're the type of person who is nice among people they know, a thinker because you write novels, impatient because you want to know your brother's girlfriend, talkative when it comes to your book, peaceful at other times, and ultimately, passionate about writing. Nice, impatient, chatty, calm, and enthusiastic."