Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

Perhaps he was the only one since I couldn't be sure of what the emotions I was having whenever he was in close distance were. "I am? Enlighten me." "Well," he tilted his head to the side, chuckling for no just cause. "The pretty. Courageous. Softhearted and independent kind. One so innocent she says anything in her heart without leaving anything behind. That's you." He said, pointing at me.

What a lovely name for a kind hearted and gentle human. I let my fingers trace the edge of the couch as I allowed myself to think about him again — about the way he never gets mad at me no matter what I do. From what I've seen and heard about the human world, I was surprised to find a human as kindhearted as Josh. I would admit it. I like him. More than I should. More than someone like me is allowed to. It still surprises me how deeply I have grown to admire him. In all my centuries of existence, I have never met a human like Josh. He is soft, where others are cruel. Patient where others are fearful. Kind where others would have raised weapons.

I feel her eyes bore into me. “I don’t understand it!” She huffs. “How can a man find another man attractive? Men are supposed to want someone soft and delicate and eager to please them!” “Some men like hard and rough, some men are soft and delicate, some men don’t differentiate based on sex or gender. It’s the personality that ultimately pulls them in,” I reply. I could throw a dig at her about how she is neither soft nor delicate, but I am trying to behave myself.

However, for some reason, that thought had been pushed to the back of his mind. “Good, then,” Alpha Male sighed in relief. Then, curiosity got the better of him. “Since you’ve worked so hard on this, is this woman really that difficult to handle?” Alpha Jeffn chuckled. “She’s spirited.” He feared she was not just spirited, but also capable of being ruthless. “Youngest Brother, women should be gentle and caring. If they have too strong a personality, it's challenging to manage.”

The more I thought about it the more I realized I knew exactly who I was describing I just didn’t know how everyone was going to take it. It’s not like I was the type of woman William needed either, he seemed like he would be better suited for a woman that could lay down the law with her boisterous attitude putting him in his place on the daily. Because he definitely needed that, the man was a walking talking man child that liked to throw temper tantrums when things didn’t go his way. I’m not perfect in the least but I couldn’t stand when he slammed doors it grated on my nerves, and he hated every time I let my emotions get the best of me. If I was raised here I don’t doubt that I would have

"It's how life works, sugar. Kill or be killed." "I don't like killing." "That doesn't surprise me," he muttered. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're shy, cute and innocent. Killing doesn't exactly fit with your personality." "I am not shy." "Around me," Greyson smirked. "Although I have to admit, you're warming up to Brooklyn." "I'm not innocent either." "Yes, you are," Greyson laughed. "It's not a bad thing, sugar. I like that you're innocent and cute."

"You're a coward! A piece of complete garbage! "Also, Andrew, we're not the same. The person I like isn't Ms. Johnson or whatever surname she may have. The person I like is Kaylee. Just Kaylee. If her name is Kaylee Johnson, then I like Kaylee Johnson. If her name is Kaylee Summerville, then I like Kaylee Summerville. It's that simple." "But Kaylee is not a virgi—" Spencer did not let him finish his sentence. Instead, he threw another hard punch right into his face.

It made his chest ache, in a way that was full and grounded and indescribably human. “You know,” he said, finally breaking the quiet, “I didn’t fall in love with you because of how strong you are.” Sophie turned, eyes narrowing playfully. “You didn’t?” “No.” He walked toward her, slow and steady. “I fell in love with you because of how gentle you are. Even when the world hasn’t been kind back.” She blinked, caught off guard by the softness of it. He stepped closer until he was just inches away. “Your strength is what people see. But your softness—that’s what I stayed for.”

He felt it sting and then he laughed. "Relax. I am not going to eat you. Let me, please." Denver just let his wife. She comfortably staring at the night sky while leaning on to him. Sandra thought of one thing that night. Denver is not ruthless at all. Denver is a soft man too. Denver is just like that, acting firm but he is a soft person. He can be a soft person. And she can't wait to see him being soft for her. She can turn him into a soft one. She can and she will. She swear. Just be patient!

“I hope she would no longer avoid me tomorrow.” “What would you do if she still does?” He suddenly looked helpless. “Persist? That’s all I can do, right?” “Hmm… you’re not one to give up easily. But don’t be a jerk in your approach. You have a strong personality but don’t be like that towards Sab. Women like men who are gentle and kind and considerate. You’ve had these lessons before, try to recall them.” Alice scrunched up her face as they finished setting the table.