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

It was a completely dark and rainy morning that day at the home of the Edelstein.

Conrad opened the gates while wearing his full black suit and held the umbrella that protected him from the rain. "Tired of running?" He asked as he didn't do anything.

Letting Victoria get drowsed in that heavy rain while wearing the white dress that she's wearing. "...I suppose." She replied.

Conrad leaned over to his one butler and whispered something in his ear. Letting him go back in and bringing out Fern after. "Go get yourself presentable. Its her day today." He then walked pass by Victoria and went in the car.

Fern rushed to her aid and put a towel around her and an umbrella as they slowly went in the house.

After a few minutes of preparation, they went out and the rain was still going on. Fern didn't say a thing as Victoria went in and out without saying a thing.

Victoria's Lost Page VIII