Show A Little Kindness Novels & Stories

said Mbok Asih. Anton nodded slowly, he understood now, if we are kind to people, then we will receive kindness from them too. On the other hand, if we are bad, people will also be bad to us. The social world is cruel, people who never mingle with the community will not have people coming when they hold a celebration, death or childbirth. "Alright, son. I will teach you kindness in the future," Anton said as he kissed his son. "Don't forget to teach your son kindness," Mbok Asih replied.

I'm dying to hear her scream out my name as she finds the release I have a feeling she's never experienced before. "I'll try my best" I assure her, but I know I won't be showing much kindness when I land. I feel that I have a limited reserve of how kind I can be in one day, and I save it all up for special occasions. Like when I visit my family or do charity work or have to charm some new investor. Now I have to find a whole lot more kindness to show to Amelia when I'm around her, somehow it's easier with her. "When do you go?" She asks me gently as her hand slips out of my hair, the second the contact is gone I'm itching to have it back.

“Not a lot. Just… sometimes when I see people smiling too easily.” Cassie tilted her head. “You had a thing for him, didn’t you?” I almost said no—like that would make it less real—but my throat decided to betray me. “he taught me what kindness looks like. Real kindness. The kind that doesn’t want anything back.” She didn’t say anything right away. Then her hand reached across the table, fingers slipping into mine. Her grip was small but steady, like she was holding all the pieces I didn’t know how to keep from falling.

I clasped my hands together nervously. "I..." "I came to thank you." He tilted his head. "For what?" I laughed softly. "For everything." "For saving my aunt." "For saving me." "For giving us a place to stay." "For reminding me that there are still kind people in this world." His expression softened. "You don't owe me thanks." "I wanted to help." "But why?" He looked into my eyes. "Because sometimes..." "The people who need kindness the most are the ones who have forgotten what it feels like."

“Exactly. Ava’s so selfish and impulsive. She knew her kidneys were the best match for Sophia, but she kept pretending to be sick just to avoid donating.” My youngest brother, Chris Blythe, added. I stared at them. Each word they said was like a needle stabbing straight into my heart. I only had one kidney left! How could I possibly donate it to someone else? Then, they used to call me their sensible little princess. Now, just because I wouldn’t give my last kidney, I’m unreasonable? I was the one they spoiled like a princess my entire life! However, ever since Sophia Foster came into the picture, I somehow have a “princess complex”.

I do not deserve any of this. Ela sat down on the bench across from him. The stone was cold, even through her coat. She placed her hands on her belly, where the baby was quiet now, lulled by her steady heartbeat. Kindness is not about deserving, she said. Kindness is about choosing to be kind even when the other person has not earned it. That is what makes it kindness. Otherwise, it is just payment.

Maybe joy. "The woman who washed me," she said softly, "she gave it to me. She said it is calming." A quiet breath left my chest. Not because the story was unusual, but because that simple gesture meant so much. A hand that did not strike. Did not force. Only helped. My world, the pack, was built on strength and power. But this small kindness mattered more than anything right now. "I will take note of it," I said gently, staying seated, not wanting to break the moment. "If you want, I can leave your tent flap open. It is a small choice, but it gives you a way out if you feel afraid."

I had better manners than this, but I wasn't used to anyone being kind to me outside of Coda, Gunner, and Bryan. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest at the thought of his name. I really needed to stop doing that. She patted my shoulder with a smile. "I don't like acting beastly to others. Just because we share our souls doesn't mean we need to act like them. Besides, it looks like you could use some kindness. Kindness hasn't ever hurt anyone."

The words I wanted—no, needed to hear from Gunnar were the same ones she was telling me now. The tears came before I could even stop them, and I let them fall freely because in this moment, I was so tired of being strong. "Thank you, Violet. I won't forget this kindness.” I promised. The woman waved my words with a dismissive hand and said, “Well, everyone needs some kindness once in a while. It's the bad ones who refuse to give it.” “Well, I think you're not a bad person at all,” I said, my voice filled with conviction. “And if you ever nee my help, please let me know. I won't hesitate to help.”

I told them that if they truly wanted to make amends, they should show it in how they lived, not just in how they spoke to me now. "I do not hold grudges," I would explain. "But I also do not forget. I have seen how you treated others when they had nothing to offer you. True kindness is not something you give only when it benefits you. It is something you give freely, to everyone, regardless of who they are or what they can do for you."