Soft-hearted Personality Novels & Stories

“I think a soft and sweet girl might be what he needs sometimes to see the error of his whorish ways, but then someone stronger than him, firmer too, might be more ideal.” “Or maybe a mix of both?” I suggested. “Someone who is firm but soft. Quiet, but can be authoritative when needed.” “That sounds like two separate people. I don’t think a single girl can be all those things.” Winnie suddenly came to mind. Winnie was by no means sweet to strangers, but he was soft-hearted to those he was closest too. He was the spoiled one in Broom StiXXX. Everyone, even Mick and Rodger, bended to his whims when he batted his lashes over his cat-like eyes, or threw a silent tantrum when he didn’t get his wa

"It shouldn't surprise you. You remember who my brother is. I am no stranger to riding, hunting, or fishing, but I do hate killing an innocent creature. It makes me sad, even to bait a hook." "You're too softhearted," he replied in a quiet voice. She turned her hard brown eyes upon him. "Do I sense judgment for my feminine weakness?" "Far from it. Having a soft heart is a virtue, not a sin. And it's not a trait restricted to females. Men can be that way as well, just as women can be as hard as any man. Venetia Sharpe, for example." Audrey's eyes sharpened. "Oh? How so?"

I said, while keeping my phone in my pocket, "I was already aware of it. Sour food people are thought to be critical and harsh, yet they hold themselves to high standards." "I believe they made an error." "How?" "Because you're neither harsh nor critical. You're the type of person who is nice among people they know, a thinker because you write novels, impatient because you want to know your brother's girlfriend, talkative when it comes to your book, peaceful at other times, and ultimately, passionate about writing. Nice, impatient, chatty, calm, and enthusiastic."

'People think I am strong. I am not strong. There is a difference between a strong person and a stubborn person who just won't put her sword down. I am the latter. Again and again and again... pick the sword up, pick the sword up, pick the sword up. I'm hard-headed not hard-hearted. I may be stubborn, sassy and rude at times, but I have a big heart and care about others more than I should.' ❤❤❤❤A NEW FOUND FRIEND AND MEETING THE A****N'S❤❤❤❤

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

She had a gentle demeanor, and noticing Karina’s hesitation, she asked, “Are you having trouble choosing?” Karina awkwardly nodded. The woman smiled and suggested, “Why don’t you tell me about the person you’re sending flowers to? I can help you pick something.” Karina thought for a moment. “He’s someone who seems cold on the outside, but deep down, he’s soft-hearted. He feels for others, can be sharp-tongued at times, but is very responsible.” As she spoke, a clear image of Wilfred slowly formed in her mind. She might not even realize it, but as she described him, a sweet smile unconsciously spread across her face—one that resembled the tender expression of a lovesick girl.

"And what has that fascination allowed you to pick up?" "Fine," he gave in. "You're a total softie. You're very sensitive but you don't show it, at least you try not to but sometimes you can't help it. You're way too nice for your own good. You don't give people shit even when they badly deserve it." My eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but be curious as to why he saw me like this. I didn't know if he was necessarily wrong either.

"Then, tell me the next one!" "Next there is Alexei, he is a figure who is shy and does not act much. His figure who loves others unconditionally because of his very soft and sincere heart. It makes him easily understand other people's sadness and feel it too. People say, as a 16 years old, Alexei is very whiny and weak. It lowers his self-confidence and always thinks that he can't do anything. He is the younger brother I love the most because we share the same room. If you know him, I'm sure you are will feel the same!" "Is that so?"

He said softly with a gentle frown on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re pissed? You’re such a lady! You ain’t a man.” I chuckled, sneering at him. “Being a man doesn’t make me heartless, you know right?” He responded. “Since you refused to take after me, you know I can watch a soul squeezing out from a body without giving a glimpse. You know right?” I responded. “Yeah, but I’m a soft boy unlike you who’s ruthless.” He responded with a bent brow.

Her father closed his eyes briefly before speaking again. “You know what people misunderstand about strength?” Elena looked toward him carefully. “What?” “That softness and strength aren’t opposites.” The words settled heavily into the room. Because Elena had spent most of her life believing the exact opposite. Softness felt dangerous. Softness meant exposure. Weakness. Risk. But maybe hardness wasn’t strength at all. Maybe it was armor. And armor had its purpose— But people were never meant to live inside it forever. Her chest tightened quietly. “I don’t know how to be soft without feeling unsafe.”