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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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Page LXXVI - Painting

Celaine weaved her hand with the brush on the canvas as her painting slowly came to life. Colors shone brightly and beautifully as her masterpiece of a work was being spectated by everyone that was around her.

The loud sounds of her brush and her tapping on her color palette was resonating throughout the whole room as everyone stopped painting and just watched her.

She was far too into her painting that she didn't realize that there were people around them.

Because all she felt at the time was anger and jealousy that she tries to accept and move on for another time to find a chance like that for herself.

The people she's drawing looked different from Theodore and Anastasia were completely different, but the resemblance can be seen.

Anastasia was both embarrassed and curious as to why she was drawing that. She began to reminisce about what happened yesterday night.