Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

Nancy said. Ludo thought otherwise but didn’t want to argue with Nancy. She was having a good time talking to her. At least she didn’t feel lonely. She knew a lot of things about Nancy she never knew. Nancy was a free spirited girl from the slums who didn’t tolerate nonsense but her weakness was that she fell for bad guys who either cheated on her or ended up verbally or physically abusing her. All in all, she was strong willed and never gave up on love or life.

What's wrong with that? Now I see the truth clearly. My 'softness' made me an outsider in the Bello family. The pitiful, weak link who never truly belonged. "Don't call me soft!" I tear away from his grasp, glaring. "Don't call me soft like it's a bad thing." "Lara, we don't have time for an outburst. Yes, you're angry. But save it for when we're not in wolf territory!" "Being soft isn't a bad thing," I declare, folding my arms. "Wanna know what's bad?!"

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°

he paused as he glared at me. "First, I will talk about Whitney. She is still a young girl but she has a remarkable personality and a charming aura around her. She has a lot of virtues. She is warm-hearted, polite, respectful, hardworking, and empathetic but she is also headstrong which in my opinion is also good especially when it's for a good cause," he paused and gazed at me.

"Where does he fall short compared to you?" Chris coldly snorted. "Is it appearance, capability, or character? Tell me." "W-well... at least... he has a nicer personality,” Paige stuttered. Chris scoffed. “You mean, he's gentle?" Paige nodded. "Yeah." "His gentleness isn't exclusive to you. He's gentle with other women, too. Such a man, to put it bluntly, is like central air conditioning. He doesn't just warm and soothe you; he warms everyone around him. He can fool naive and sweet girls like you with occasional caring words, making you think he treats you differently."

she could not believe him. An amused smile drew on his lips. “I am glad,” he said, which immediately made her confused. “You’ve always been secretive, submissive, and tolerant ever since I met you; the very reason why people see you as an easy target. People are like that, they take advantage once they see you as too understanding and soft-hearted.” Minah prevented herself from frowning. At least in that aspect, they share the same belief.

he asked with a laugh. “No,” I snapped. “But she might be really tough and rough around the edges.” He chuckled again like the suggestion was preposterous. “She’s nothing like that. She’s an elegant woman who wears pearls and scarves and plays bridge with her girlfriends. She’s soft-spoken and wouldn’t raise her voice unless absolutely necessary because it’s impolite for a woman to yell. She’s like a miniature poodle—harmless.” “Hard to believe a woman so meek raised a son like you.”

Not forgiven. But seen. We aren’t friends, not even in the slightest. It's still a miracle how we manage not to tear each other's face when we glare. Fuck yeah, I hate everything he likes. Likewise him. He hated my jokes, rolled his eyes at every word I said, and looked at me like I farted patriotism. But he listened. His ears worked even when his mouth was full of insults. That was something. But the thing that got me most? He was soft. Not weak — soft. There’s a difference. Weak snaps. Soft absorbs. Quincy absorbed everything with that stiff-ass spine and quiet pride, and he still looked at the world like it owed him more than just pain.

Soon you’ll see him as more than childish—he can also be sharp-tongued, ruthless, cold-blooded, and a master of sarcasm. Rex: Don’t slander the young master! He’s the gentlest, handsomest, best of the best! Sophia and Jerry: …Add this to the list: extremely biased and absurdly protective.

Grace Ever since I was young, I’ve known something about myself that no one else ever noticed. I’ve always had two personalities. The gentle girl who smiled even when she didn’t want to. The one who apologized first, who endured quietly, who let people take and take without ever demanding anything in return. That was the version of me everyone knew. The version teachers praised and people called kind. The version people assumed would never hurt a fly. And then there was the other side. The cruel one.