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The Void Writer

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.

Yrythaela · 现实
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169 Chs

Gwyneth's Page V

Gwyneth readied herself before opening the door. It was as if it was something that she had been waiting for, for a very long time in her life.

She opened the door and walked in, and all eyes of her teammates were on her. And then they all shouted, "Captain!" 

It was as if the world's pressure is on her back. 

It was her chance to end it all and let her dreams be no longer dreams, but a figment of reality that she'll change upon herself. 

Second year in the academy, and she has been left the glory of the third years. And now, its her part to partake and honor those.

It was a cold afternoon of December. Everyone that was around her was nervous, yet she herself is also nervous.

Words try to come out of her mouth, yet it feels like everything that she'll say will dishonor those seniors that came before her.

Yet she stood tall there, facing the unwavering pressure.