Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

" Take; this is your dessert." " Thanks, Sierra, can you tell me about Peter." " Yeah," She said excited then sat next to me, " He is the sweetest boy you would see in this world, kind, compassionate, helpful, supportive, adventurous, brave, adroit, smart, easygoing, care about the people he likes and honest, in the other side, he is stubborn, headstrong, reckless, argumentative and mouthy when he gets angry. he brings the beautiful sides out of you."

she coughed, still grinning, as she folded her arms and got up, leaning in closer to my face. "Because..." I stalled. "You like him?" she spat out faster than a llama in the hot desert. "No, I like him as a person. It's just... maybe if I knew more about his personality, I might remember him," I said, trying to act cool, but we both knew that act was a sunken ship. "OK..." she hummed as she rolled her eyes and went back to her seat. "Tristan is bitter, cruel, hard, rude, greedy—a man with an iron fist who can get anything he wants when he focuses on it, whether it belongs to him or not..." she just made my perspective about him worse as she grinned wider.

“Well, you didn't have to try so hard. You still gonna get your ass whupped. So what's the point, right?“ He chuckles humorlessly. One other thing that makes it easier for me to identify them is their personalities. Lynn is always laid back. He barely lets anything get to him. You never see him in rage. He doesn't show his anger. He could be boiling up but still flashing you the cutest smile ever. Makes him a rather complex guy.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

, Amelia retorted. “ But…”, Sarah was still unconvinced. “The problem with you is, you are too soft. Too large hearted. Revenge is a tough game. If you are soft on the guy, forget about revenge. In fact it is not your cup of tea. Forget and forgive is more your style”, Amelia scoffed.

The rest of the scars were scattered around his body from his shoulders to his toes. As he fixed his tie, his mind drifted to how hard it had been for him these last five years – from the look of disdain on the faces of the maids to the endless whispers among most of the board members, clearly stating he was no longer fit enough to be the CEO of Imperial Hub Limited. At first, he had been so depressed by their words, by the way they treated him. But now, he didn't care at all. Maybe it was the effect of staying on his own and growing a 'tough skin' these last five years, but it was working for him. He was no longer that soft, smiling boy who would do anything his mother wanted, just to make

I asked and she looked at me without any expression. "No.. I mean yes.. no.." She's completely drunk and she cried more. I grew up with this girl and I always have a soft spot for her besides my own sister. Lauren is different than Crystal, Joan, Autumn and Cailey. Joan, Crystal, Autumn and Cailey are strong girls. They're strong in and out.. they can be fierce and feisty.. a real one but not Lauren. We can say that she has her mom's character. She tried to look strong outside but the real thing is that she's a real softie.

“Type? Uh, someone funny. Sarcastic. Doesn’t take shit from anyone. You know, strong but soft when it counts.” He burst out laughing so loud a bird flew out of the tree nearby. He started swinging wild, almost twisting the chains. “Strong but soft? Sounds like a pillow, bro. Or wait, like Seraphine? Nah, she’s all strong, no soft.” “Seraphine? Fuck no,” I said quickly. “She’s too pushy.” I laughed too, and I felt some of the heavy feeling in my chest ease a little. It was still there, but lighter.

he said softly, with a steady voice, "you are not unlovable. Not even close." I turned to him, trying to make out his expression in the dim light. "Sure, you have your weird moments," he continued, a hint of a smile in his tone now, "like when you yell at me or start a pillow fight. But who doesn’t? Most of the time? You’re kind in a way that a lot of people aren’t. You’re funny without trying too hard. You really listen. You care so much that it sometimes hurts you. You’re empathetic and cool, just... good. The kind of good that makes people want to be better."

“Do you know what your problem is, Jude?” “I am sure you are going to tell me.” “You always act like emotions make people weak.” She smiled faintly. “But look at you now.” Jude’s expression did not change. “You walked into my territory almost alone because somebody took her.” Lotus’s voice softened. “That is not weakness?” “No.” “What would you call it?” “Urgent.” That answer clearly annoyed her. Lotus looked away briefly, then suddenly laughed to herself. “You know what the funny part is?”