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

"This is what you've done to me. All my life, you took a life, you stole mine and laid bare to it to the world as my mother being a plaything." Ray tried to manage through the pain and still aimed his pistol.

"ME-" Randy was about to shout but countless guns were aimed at civilians preventing Randy from attacking. All he could do was hide behind the countless tactical shields by his men to protect his own skin. "..."

"HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Theodore's grip tightened as he slowly lost his sanity. His heart began to beat faster and his whole body felt like it was screaming.

His visions intruded the reality around him as the fake one slowly closes in in the reality that he was in. His face dripped in blood from the wounds and each of his wounds slowly opening.

Anger fueled his power as he strangled Ray.

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