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

Theodore walked behind her and with his hand, plpaced the freezing cold can of cola on her cheeks. "Good job."

Gwyneth jolted at the feeling of the sudden cold. She grabbed the can of cola and then opened it. A loud fizz and the can snapping is loud. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He then opened his, producing the loud fizz sound and then immediately drinking the cold coffee and emptying it within several seconds.

"Yeah." He threw the can over to the nearest garbage basket, landing it there perfectly.

"Nice shot." She's trying to divert the conversation more trying to forget what happened earlier.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I... don't know. It doesn't sound bad."

"But you'll be stuck with them for the rest of your career."

Gwyneth's Page III