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 intro of the show was already starting inside as people were already clapping and cheering for Isabelle. She was already seated in the chair where she was supposed to go.

Theodore and Victoria went in the giant room and her father was already waiting for the both of them. "Sorry about my daughter, seems like she was... a bit injured by her fall. I'll take her to our seats."

Theodore was about to let go of Victoria but he suddenly felt the tight grip on his hand. "No, its fine. This is also my fault. I'll take responsibility for it."

"Oh, what a good lad. I'll leave my daughter in your care. Also, where do we seat?"

"There. Next to the seat of Isabelle."

Conrad's eyes suddenly widened and a wide haunting smile appeared on his face for a split second but no one saw it. "I see, well, let's go shall we?"

"Indeed." Theodore tightly grasped Victoria's hand.

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