Hard Outside Soft Inside Personality Novels & Stories

Wasn't it? Besides, his changes in personality and behavior were so intriguing. Why was he so nice and then douchebag the next moment? It was so confusing. Hot and cold, but it really captivated me, drawing me closer. I really wanted to figure him out as a person. I believed that he was good, internally.

Victor let him, wrapping an arm around him protectively. “Mom says you work too much,” the boy muttered. Victor raised a brow. “Oh? And what do you think?” The boy shrugged. “I think you should come home more. I miss you.” Something in Victor’s expression shifted. The arrogance, the cold detachment was gone. In its place was something softer. “I know,” he mumbled. “I’ll try.” Olivia swallowed, a strange tightness in her chest. This wasn’t the Victor she knew. The Victor she knew was possessive, demanding, always in control. But this man? This man was capable of love, of warmth.

I whispered, he chuckled dryly and nodded shortly. “Yeah right, and in the process made the people who were supposed to be my siblings, my enemies,” he said. “Honey, it was their choice to turn out like that, it had nothing to do with you,” “I watched everyone of my family member die, what doesn’t kill you makes you for real,” he added with a dry chuckle. I slowly leaned in and wrapped my hands around him in a tight hug. This man is an ardent lover and I absolutely love that about him. I’ve never seen anyone like him, I wonder how he’s able to keep up the hard and cold exterior when infact he’s a soft, innocent passionate individual on the inside.

“No, but you are soft.” She raised a brow at that and looked like she was going to challenge him. She might as well have it out before they reached the pack. There, he hoped she’d take his advice to heart and only question him in private, if at all. She might not be a warrior, but the way her jaw jutted stubbornly and she lost that sweet, innocent, biddable look, he figured she was used to having the freedom to speak her mind. “I think that we might differ on our versions of soft. There’s something to be said for having an inner strength and intelligence to match. And everyone needs kindness.”

Soren advised. I smiled sadly. I would never be able to do that. I had a stupidly soft heart. I wondered what it would take for me to actually harden my personality to the max. I could pull serious expressions and say fierce things, but at the end of the day, I was still that fragile human princess who wanted to hide in a corner away from everyone else. "I'll try, also—" "Soren, the other guys are already- oh, my lady, good day!" A voice cut me off, and in our midst came another of Kyle's comrades. This Lycan seemed relatively shorter and had a bubbly personality.

I darted past him and through the doors. I was still trying to reconcile soft Aiden and asshole Aiden. I was still trying to make sense of the soft guy beneath the hardened exterior—why he was so gentle with me but so harsh to everyone else. And that soft act, I didn’t want to get pulled in by it. The random kiss just then? It was enough to make anyone believe that something tangible could be forming. Something real and longer-lasting than his usual thing.

But I saw tears, and I pitied him. I thought he would be like that every time he drank. But I was wrong. It seemed like he had different personalities every night. And tonight, he was most likely the original Hardy that I knew. The wicked. Somehow, he was enjoying the look I had on my face. I didn’t know what kind of expression I had, but the egoistic smirk on his face proved I was somewhat showing what left me beneath him. Hardy was a man; you could never tell what he was thinking.

“For reading to him. You didn’t have to.” “He’s my son, Lora.” Those words hit differently here. They sounded heavier in this world of soft sheets and filtered air. “I know.” I sat up a little. “It’s just... weird.” “Weird how?” I gestured around the room. At all of it. “This. You. Being... nice. It’s confusing.” “I’m not a monster.” “You fired three people in front of me yesterday.” “They earned it.” “See?” I half-laughed. “That’s exactly what I mean. Like you have two personalities. Ruthless one minute, gentle bedtime story reader the next.”

She comments Emma had told me many stories about Mr harding and all the scandals he gets caught up in. According to her, he's actually a pretty decent person, who runs his business well and above all he is fair. But apparently he is equally hell to work with. He's cold and distant, always harsh and never really friendly.He hated PA's, never keeps one for himself for long. She suspects that he sleeps with them and then gets bored, or they just piss him off. Strange, it doesn't seem like the man who met in the elevator that first day, who held so much emotion, I guess it was a little hard to belive. I just had to shake my head at her comment about our run in, laughing a little. “ it was nothin

My obsession with family - I had to let it go, too. Why was it so hard for me to have a stable life when I tried so hard? Maybe it was wrong from the start. I shouldn't have met Levi. I shouldn't have agreed to give it a try with Mr. Aiden Morgan when someone else already lived in Levi's heart. I shouldn't have believed the myth that a man would settle down once there's a child. Crash! The glass shattered on the floor. I froze, my arm suspended in mid-air, as if such crude behavior was something I'd never do. That feeling of trying to please others, wanting them to understand me, swept through my entire body.