Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

He had this hard exterior and this impenetrable wall around him. Knox with his gruffness and intense personality was definitely someone I'm not usually into. I mostly found myself going towards the jock type of guy. Which of course never ended well. While Knox kind of had that golden boy look about him with the blonde hair and green eyes, he was definitely the 'bad boy'. Which just equaled troubled.

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."

The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do.

“What if I tell you that she is the mother of my child?” Hardy chuckled and looked at the boss through the rearview mirror. “Huuu. That’s impossible. You two never had any relationship and you have no child. Besides, I feel like you aren’t her type. After all, you’re so cold. I wonder if any woman likes you. If that is true, then I Hardy would write my name backward,” Hardy said. He checked the boss’s expression before continuing.

Although I loved the sexual stuff of it, I have always thought that there is something about the sea that just calms my soul and my mind to a whole different level. I never really told anyone about it but it always has that kind of effect to me. Although no one knows much about it, I didn't want to look too softy on the outside being all sentimental about a petty thing. Everyone I know has always seen me as strong and very masculine with the way I dress, talk and act. With all the physicality that I have, everyone assumed that I am a cold-hearted tough guy. People who don't know me well would say I am an aloof. Kids and other townspeople would rather say I am scary. I have had a fair share i

“And yes, I did spend the night here, but in the guest room, and that was because I arrived quite late, and going back would not have been the best decision.” As she spoke, it was the empathy in her eyes and the love in her smile that got me. I didn't realize it before this time, but now I do. I was beginning to be grateful for the gift of her and her kind heart. It's often said that the people who pose as having the hardest cover are usually with the softest and most endearing personality. “You are sweet for that. Thank you for taking care of the hard guy,” I said, grinning widely.

“I wouldn’t call it weakness. You’re just… softer. More human. I think it’s because of me.” “Cocky.” “Truthful,” he shot back. “You used to kill first and think later. Now, you actually think.” I huffed a laugh and shook my head, but inside, the words twisted something in me. Soft. Human. The very things the Mafia hated and the reason they whispered behind my back now. If only he knew how those two worlds—his and mine—were tearing me apart. One saw softness as a sin. The other saw it as love.

She still had such a capacity for kindness and love, even for him. She made him feel as if he deserved it. And fuck, he knew with every fiber of his being that he didn’t. “You…you want to be my friend?” Will asked in disbelief. “But I was just mean to you. I called you stupid.” Lily nodded. “That’s true too. But sometimes I find the wolves with the hardest exteriors have the softest insides.” “Not Rebel,” Will countered. Rebel stiffened. “I’d have to disagree with you,” Lily replied. “I think, like you, he works hard to push people away, but on the inside, he’s really all soft and gushy.”

“Exactly. From there, it moves into spikes on the smooth rock. Any ideas on what that means for us?” “Keep people at bay with a shield of spikes?” I shrug. “No. Look closer.” Leaning in, I look at the large empty spaces that the spikes are not residing. “Our outside may have a spikey exterior, but our insides and who we are as a person needs to be strong, smooth, loving, and true. No one wants to come home to someone who cannot love and is only hard and mean.” “Been there, done that. That treatment really sucks.” I state and quickly cover my mouth from my honesty. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean.” I cut myself off, not sure what I could say next.