Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

“You were probably thinking the same thing about my feelings for Dahlia, but I didn’t like her just because she’s really pretty.” “Then, if it isn’t because of her face, what did you like about her?” “I like how she always tried her best. She’s very talented yet humble. She’s reliable, and smart, and soft-hearted. Those traits, I know you see them as her weaknesses, but they are also her greatest strengths.” “How can being soft-hearted be a strength? Did you know how many times I… I mean Dahlia, had been put to danger because of that?” “Yes, which is why I came to like her more and more. Her heart never changes even if she gets wounded from time to time because of her good nature. She always

The more I get to know her, the more I’m able to clearly see her kindness. “You know, I never thought that you were this kind of person in the very beginning.” Mimi was startled. “What kind of person am I in your eyes?” “Right now… In my eyes, you seem like a very nice person who’s got a very stubborn temper. However, you grow soft very easily. You’ve got a unique kind of stubbornness. You will fight through no matter how hard it gets, as long as it’s something that you’ve set your mind on. That’s the personality trait that I admire about you the most,” Zeke said in a gentle voice.

she had confessed while tipsy a few months ago. " how is that, how about boys you don't love muscles and everything?" I asked. " would you sleep on concrete or soft pillows?" " What Cindy, who is the concrete?" " Well it makes sense, you also prefer soft" she laughed in a drunken slur. " I mean boys are so hard, hard feelings, they don't open up, they are just another level of introverted, but girls, well they are just the right kind of perfect, soft like pillows, sweet like paper candies, they ae everything, they don't play hard emotional bullshit, they wont ghost you or dump you overnight because they have a soft heart that bleeds," she screamed.

The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do.

"Life will not treat you fairly just because you are kind, Diane. Being sweet does not protect you from wolves." Her eyes were running, two clear streams of water dropping onto my thumb. "You cannot win a war like this," I said, letting her feel the absolute coldness of my reality. "You are too soft right now. Soft people fail in this world, Diane. They fail too much." She let out a sharp, trembling sniff, her breath hitching.

"Survival *is* strength. Especially the way you did it—without losing your kindness, without becoming bitter or cruel. Do you know how rare that is?" I didn't know how to respond to that. All my life, I'd been told that omegas were lesser. That our gentleness was weakness, our desire to avoid conflict was cowardice, our preference for peace was naivety. "My mom told me something once," Aiden continued, his thumb stroking along my jaw. "She said the world will try to convince gentle people that they need to harden themselves to survive. But really, staying soft in a hard world—that's the real strength."

"I'm asking you his whole story because knowing you, if something interests you, you will stick your nose to it until it satisfy you. Am I right?" Snorting, Aaron mumbled a curse from the other end of the call. "You're a scumbag." "I'll take that as a compliment, you usually call me a motherfucker, I wonder what made you this soft in words," I chuckled. "Fuck you," he barked at me before sighing deeply. "He's a fresh graduate, and well, would you mind knowing this, he's kind and generous, a sweet young man and known to be very nice. Wow, that's a man. Unlike someone I know, greedy and grumpy, like an old man."

I felt a tingles brush upon my lips before the soft lips commanded, “Ready my sanctuary !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV The Beta's wolf was cute as a button. Where the Beta was a confident, bold and stubborn, unyielding brat, his wolf had a softer side and seemed to love cuddling.

She's gone? No, no, no, I couldn't let that happen. I needed to watch out for her wellbeing because Sapphire was an easy going person with a fragile heart that forgives easily and a chicken brain that keeps thinking everyone was like her. Soft, understanding, pure hearted, and barely ever wished bad for anyone— This was the definition of Sapphires kind of person. But what she hasn't realized was that everyone were built differently to either hate, harm, or cause chaos that could put the lives of innocent people in danger.

Sophie always said that I would die from being too soft-hearted. My heart was like cotton candy—sweet and soft.