Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

That she was able to dissuade me from doing something reckless. Her lips contorted. I knew she was trying hard not to cry. Olivia really is soft-hearted. That’s why she was hurt all the time. People thought that her being soft-hearted gave them the license to hurt her. They did not know that being soft-hearted, though it makes her vulnerable to pain. It also made her courageous. She can be kind and tough, too. To dispel the sudden tension in the room, I strode to the dresser to grab the tissue holder and handed it to her.

"Ms. Carter, I want to keep what happened right here from happening again. You're the only person who's come closer to stopping it than my medication ever has." “Again, why me?” “I'm not entirely certain, but I've noticed your…uh… personality has a way of distracting me from the unfavorable elements in this environment.” “My personality? You mean my nuisance, dumbness, recklessness and unprofessionalism? Cause that's basically how you’ve described me.” ​“No,” he said with a faint shake of his head. “I mean full of life, kind, chirpy, clumsy. Naive, chaotic, yes. But real.” One corner of his mouth twitched before he caught himself.

Not softer. That was always the wrong word for it, and he'd known it was the wrong word even when people used it about him—the coverage that described him as softened, the profile that had used the phrase warmer, the interview where the journalist had asked, with the careful delicacy of someone who thought they were asking something profound, whether falling in love had changed him. Softer implied that the original hardness had been the substance and the softening a reduction of it, a diminishment. That wasn't what had happened. That had never been what happened.

"What the hell does that mean?" "It means", he said, voice low, "that when you laugh, it's like it surprises you. Like it slips out by accident,” I didn't like how his observations about me were completely right today. I looked away again, watching the sun melt into the buildings and turn the water into honey. “I don’t like feeling soft,” I whispered. “I don’t think softness is the enemy,” he said. “You’re just afraid it’ll betray you. I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement.

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

Why do I feel somehow offended by her words? “You are a person who is sweet to everyone, Natalia, even those who don’t deserve it, you treat everyone around you gently, I know it would sound noble and good to you, but combine that with your other characteristics, for example, you tend to avoid confrontations, even when you are wronged, you easily forgive others, and you just let go on things whenever faced with the slightest disapproval, you see, these are the signs of defeatist personality with an inferiority complex, which means your actions, your behavior which I just explained, isn’t out of pure sweetness and kindness, but out of fear and the feeling of unworthiness, so instead of fighti

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.

I retorted, "What are you doing here? I thought the beating you must have received the other day should have reshaped your stupid mentality? So I guess I'm wrong?" Oops! I shouldn't have said that, but the instant I spoke, the asshole's face fell before a malevolent look replaced his smile. He gave me a predatory smile, before clicking his teeth. "Sassy. Very very sassy. You've got quite a big mouth, do you even know? Not a surprise that immediately you stepped into this pack, several evil things began to happen. Giovanni, who gives no shit about emotions, who's cruel, and ruling with an iron fist, suddenly turned into a softie, who judges with emotions without using his head. Perhaps, you'r

"Even I too haven't fully figured him out, but I'll try. You are a good person, I can see it in your eyes and I wouldn't want his behavior to affect your good heart." Sophia didn't know how to react exactly but everyone these days seemed to make their blind assumptions. They see a young girl subjected to an eternal life of sitting on a wheelchair and conclude she was soft and innocent. There was nothing wrong with her being soft and innocent but she was also ductile, that, they didn't know.

That was not how things should happen between us. "Lucky?", I frowned. "Yup. Why not? Isn't it a sign of being lucky to see an Alpha woman's soft side?", he giggled as my eyes shot up. What did he just say? Al...alpha? Did he know? "Al.... Alpha?", I mumbled, gulping down my saliva. "Yes. People say no? Like that... who have a strong personality and leading nature", he said as I sighed in relief. "And I can see your nervousness too", he frowned at me as I mumbled.