Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

"I bet she won't believe you." "Why do you think that?" "No one could fall for you with your attitude," I remarked offhandedly. Georgia whipped her head toward me. "What? I have a very charming, tactful personality! I've closed many deals and solved many issues with my personality." "I can't believe you just described yourself as tactful." "Do you even know what that means?" "Just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm illiterate." "That was not what I was insinuating at all."

If Grace grasped her sarcasm—what with her talent for using it a lot, she chose not to speak on it and agreed with her. "He's a very nice man once you get to know him. He may not look like it, but he's the softest person I've gotten the pleasure of knowing." With her mouth twisted, Keisha stopped herself from scoffing just in time. Nice? Softest? Those weren't the words she would ever use to describe the man. Her achy arms were proof enough. "Well, I appreciate his reputable generosity but we can't all fit on that table if we wished. And don't we have chores we should be doing?"

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.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

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.

“Okay, I want you to see me as your friend so you can answer this question honestly okay?” “I can't be rude to you ma’am.” “You are not being rude, I just want an honest answer from you.” “Oh, okay then.” “Thanks. So, I live in a house with a guy, I am supposed to spend three months with a guy in the house and the guy has a weird personality. He is mean, rude, a jerk and he is ruthless. I, on the other hand, am soft, emotional, lazy, and love television a lot.” “Okay?”

A sensitive person at heart becomes more complicated with years and tears. You start off as a very simple person. You are good at heart, and it shows. It shows in your words and actions. But with time, your soul keeps gathering the scars for being good. Your heart starts getting heavier from the lies and betrayals. You get tired of getting used by people. So you feel confused now. Is there something wrong with me? Why do people treat me like shit? Should I change myself? Am I being too soft, too pure? When you try to change, you fail to become a more emotionally strong person, a more selfish person. You always go back to being your real self, your nice self. And that purity is admirable, yes

"That's not what I meant." Jessica folded her arms. "Sophie." "I'm making this worse." "A little." Sophie dropped her forehead dramatically against the table. "I was trying to say she looks..." She paused. "Gentle." Jessica stared. Gentle. Nobody had ever called her that before. Quiet. Sensitive. Broken. Difficult. Damaged. She'd heard those. But gentle? Jessica looked back down at the drawing. She wasn't sure she saw it. Not really. Because when she thought about herself, she still saw the frightened girl from years ago.

Leon Soo-Yun was a 23-year-old female. Her personality was unlike any other. She was a sweet, gentle, and sensitive young lady who valued herself and her self-esteem above all else. Her parents never cursed her. She was a sweet and shy person. Jang Jun-Sang was a CEO twenty-five years old. He had a cold demeanour. Jang had no faith in love. Jun-Sang believed that he could buy love with money. He valued his work above all else. Jun-Sang is obsessed with perfection. He disliked people who were clumsy.