Yrythaela

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. 

In short, a genius.

But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love.

His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. 

Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to.

Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

The Void Writer

The hordes of students going in the Nerivilya Academy's gymnasium was swarming.

The basketball club were all lined up in a single long line, rejecting anyone who wasn't in the club to partake in the ritual they were doing.

Gwyneth was at the very start of the line, sitting in a chair while basketball members were walking up to her and wishing her good luck.

"Thank you." Gwyneth said as each member walks up to her.

Countless words were engraved on the cast that was put in her arms.

[Good luck, Get well soon, You can overcome this!] And several other more followed with a cute drawing of bunnies and other stuff. Everyone was giving her gifts and flower.

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