Show A Little Kindness Novels & Stories

We are not normal to that extent. - I'm just trying not to be a jerk ok?! - I shrugged - I'm trying to be nice. - Really? - she laughed debauchedly - Kindness and you are not a good combination. And oh, you don't have to be my little friend, tomorrow I'll defend you. Good night!

I was slowly regaining my confidence. When I retired to my apartment, tired weak, and hungry too, I laid down on my back, reflecting on everything that happened. Rachael was genuinely worried about me, and it was glaring in her eyes, Leia's battered body, and most importantly, how Arden showed up to save the day. It warmed my heart. Kindness is not expensive. If we chose to be kind to others, it would not take anything good from us. Rather, it would protect us during the days of evil.

here it was. Out of print. Hard to find. Scarred and imperfect and real. Brought to her door by a man who had listened not just to her words, but to the way she said them. A man who looked at her like she was worth paying attention to. “You didn’t have to do this,” she said quietly, finally managing to lift her gaze, motioning toward the couch as if grounding herself in the ordinary could keep her from tipping over. “But I’m really glad you did.” Bryer smiled, slow and unguarded. Not the kind of smile people used to charm or impress. The kind that said I’m here without demanding anything in return.

My eyes went down to the little girl She looked so cute, and it pained me that she could not get candy. Baby Wave noticed how sad she was, and he placed the candy in her front. “Hello, would you like to share with me?” he asked. I was surprised by his kindness, but I feel proud because I have always thought he was kind to others. The girl’s face lit up, and she smiled. She nodded her head. “Yes, please. That n you,” she said. They were both holding the candle in halves.

Silent pain. We eat without exchanging another word. The quiet between us stretches, heavy yet somehow soothing. For the first time in what feels like forever, a strange sense of fullness settles over me, not just from the food, but from the simple, unspoken comfort of having something to eat, something to fill the emptiness inside. Hunger had been my constant companion these past days, gnawing at me relentlessly, but now, as I chew slowly, a fragile warmth blossoms within. His kindness is quiet but steady. Without hesitation, he pushes his fries toward me, his eyes soft with a gentle understanding, as if he knows the weight behind my hunger. “Eat these before I start driving again,” he tell

My words trail off as I look down, unsure of how much to say. Greta’s face softens as she listens. "I understand, Jenna," she says gently. "When life forces you into survival mode, kindness can feel like a luxury. Sometimes, protecting those you care about is all that keeps you going." I feel a rush of gratitude, and I give her a small smile. "Thank you. I hope we haven’t overstayed our welcome."

"I'm sorry, Mindy! I'm sure you were thinking of nothing but the best for Amy! "B-But maybe… maybe it was a sign! Maybe God thought that the holy would have been too much of a miracle for Amy to bear? Could that have been why they caused this to happen?" Seeing me so humble and apologetic, Mindy's anger melted away visibly, and she snorted. "At least you know what you did wrong. I did it all for my poor granddaughter's sake, but since it was shattered, she simply must not have been fortunate enough to drink it!"

She looked at me as if I was crazy. “It’s more than my salary. I can’t accept that.” “Oh, come on, Lauren. Just take it and get ready for your new project. That is what life is all about. Don’t be hesitant or feel bad. There is no point in that. These days, nobody gives a shit about kindness, darling. Kindness, giving thought, all of these are out of style now. “

“Then what do you think I should do? Should I just give up the development of the entire core for them?” “You should at least try to arrange a suitable place for them to relocate.” “Why should I?” “Why should you?” Suddenly, I had no idea how to reply to him. In a hurry, I said seriously, “Haven’t you heard of karma? If you show more kindness in daily life and care more about the marginalized, maybe that will be the silver bullet to your illness.” He stared at me and sneered. “Thank you for your concern, but unfortunately, I have never believed in kindness, in the whole psychobabble.”

Something comes to me and I walk towards the back of the car and explain, "I ate too much breakfast." His arm stretches out of the window and among his slim fingers, there is a bottle of pure water. The sunshine behind him is so bright that I almost see the kind light in his eyes too. I am surprised. I am about to refuse subconsciously, but I accept it at last. "Thank you." This is his first time to show kindness to me. I can not refuse it. I clench my fist . The bottle in my palm still has his warmth. "Maybe he is not that evil."