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

Celaine was mingling around with her friends. She always had a hard time talking to them but right now, the words she wanted to say flowed out without her stuttering out of embarrassment. "Mhmm, the play was really amazing."

A man wearing a fully stylish clothes made him separated from their book club itself as everyone else was just wearing casual clothes. Yet "By the way Cel, have you been reading some of Adamo's works again? I finally caught up with that one book you've told me to read."

"Ah-!" She then suddenly looked at Theodore's way and back to the one who she's talking with. "Ah, yeah! I've been just rereading some of his works. What have you been reading?"

"That schizophrenia one. Real one of a tearjerker. Though out of all the books I've read that Adamo wrote, I really haven't seen a happy ending on his books. Dude must have a problem or something."

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