The World Treats Me Kindly Novels & Stories

/ Eva thought to herself. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he revealed a small smile. "You really understand him, don't you?" Without waiting for a response, he took a seat opposite her and dug in. Eva stared at him with a blank look for awhile before digging in to try and hide the soft expression that appeared on her face. /You know... With the exception of my family, the people in this world are actually really nice. Even Saddie was not rotten to core. If possible, I'd really like to take a look at the book of this world. Are they meant to be like this?/

"Actually, something happened when I went to bring icecream." "What happened?" he asked with concern filled voice. "I saw an old handicapped man struggling to cross the road. No one was willing to help so, I without giving any second thought went to help him. After helping him when I was about to return he thanked me but he said something that stuck in my mind." "What did he say?" "He said, I am too kind for this cruel world." Namit didn't reply anything and chose to stay silent. "Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?"

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.

That’s why you have to be like me, not a cruel creature like your father. ‘I don’t know how others will treat you your whole life, pup. But remember that you’re a miracle and a blessing that doesn’t happen on a daily basis. Not a result of some nasty, okay?’ ‘You will be different from the rest, but that’s not the curse. Even if the world would treat you differently, remember that different is good, and being different will be what makes you stand out in the world.’

“And guess what? The world won’t end. You’ll pick yourself up, learn from it, and move on. That’s what you do. That’s what makes you different from them.” His words sank into me slowly, like warmth spreading through ice. For the first time all week, I felt my chest loosen just a little.

The next morning, there was a marked difference in the way people treated me. I was not someone to be ignored in the first place but this morning, people greeted me with a lot more enthusiasm than usual. It may have something to do with me being lenient with a thief but I did not let it get to me. I may be an angel now but would soon turn into a devil to these people.

So what is wrong and what is right will of course be one of the things that no one can ever think about and of course this will be good and will forever remain good above anything else in this world of course. “Thanks again to you, Lady Mercy. Because after all, this is something that is very, very fun. I hope that one day our lives will really be better and will have a positive impact on everyone. I also hope that all of this will provide something so enjoyable that in the end the world will be in control and safe. And of course these things can never be compared and we also shouldn't feel jealous and expect help from other figures if they really don't provide help personally."

“And… thank you for yesterday.” He looked up from his ledger, his lined face breaking into a slow grin. His dimples appeared — deep, warm, almost out of place on someone with such tired eyes. “Anything for a cute girl,” he said lightly, his voice carrying a note of quiet kindness. Then his expression softened. “But don’t mistake kindness for weakness, kid. The world out there doesn’t go easy on people like you — so you stand strong.” The words hit deeper than I expected. No one had ever said something like that to me.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before. Most people don’t even think about those who work for them, let alone treat them like family.” Her laughter faded, and she looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place—kindness, perhaps, mixed with a tinge of sadness. “The world is tough enough already,” she said softly. “If we can’t be kind to the people around us, what’s the point of it all?”

​He stiffened in shock for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching in his chest, before his arms came up around my back, holding onto me with that same careful, reverent gentleness he had always carried. ​"You're not that weak, Freddy," I murmured, my voice muffled slightly against the worn fabric of his denim jacket. "Physical violence isn't the only metric that matters. In a world where people will slit your throat for a stale crust of bread, your kindness is also something. It’s rare, and it has value." ​I pulled back just enough to look into his swollen, bruised face, offering him a faint, bittersweet smile that felt softer than anything I had allowed myself since the gates first shu