Loving An Introvert Novels & Stories

I found an unusual spark in his eyes while he spoke about Maya. "Kids back in school used to bully me a lot, that's why I had no friends except Maya and I sucked at communicating with people. Slowly, I turned into an introverted kind of person, and if anyone was always there with me, it was Maya. So, tell me, how can I not fall in love with the girl who was there by my side every time." He concluded his statement with a sigh. I nodded. "You do love her," I mumbled. "Yes. I do. More than myself. I can do anything for her," he replied.

It's not that I was too scared to confess or anything but I don't want to get hurt and that's why I often avoided relationships as often it usually ends up with one getting hurt. The book I am working on is about a young Sixteen-year-old Teenager, Adriana who had a crush on A Playboy after he saved her from a great fall. Adriana was a type of girl who didn't like socializing as she found it Useless. She preferred being alone, she also loved reading Romance novels. She was an introvert and a nerd. She wasn't born this way actually but situations made her turn out this way. So she ended up having a Crush on Simeon the School Playboy and what was worse is the fact that she had a hard time keepi

She could stick her rotten attitude up her plump butt. “Annoying brat!” I breathed out, trying to hold onto some restrain and positivity. Now I knew why she sat alone and no one talked to her. Because she wasn’t made for human interaction. She took being introvert to a whole new level. And her motto was to get rude. I vaguely wondered if she had any friends, the odds were zero.

Carol said. What Carol said was also true. “But is there any chance that Stacey’s daughter is an introvert, or she isn’t close to Sam? An introvert is more indifferent and does not show special expressions to people who are close to her.” “I don’t agree with your opinion and let’s look into this after we have all the information,” Carol said.

He spoke as we sat down. “Why do you want to know more about me, Adam?” “Isn't it obvious Emily? I like you and normally when someone likes someone they would want to know more about them.” Sighing I replied, “we hardly know each other so how can you like me?” “I know more about you than you think. We have been working together for almost two months now and we have known each other for a month. I know you like the color purple, I know you love to drink coffee and eat hot sandwiches from the deli across the street. I also remember everything you told me that day when we were at the hospital, like you are a sucker for romance novels and movies and that your dad is dead. I also see that you get

I'll love you till my last breath. We are different. Very different. And that's the most beautiful part of our relationship. We complete each other. We compliment each other. While you are full of life, I am an introvert. While you are a shopaholic, I am a miser. While you believe in investing in experiences, I believe in investing. While I forget everything post-fight, you keep a manual in your head (every woman, I guess). I have learned so much from you. You make me a better person.

I'll love you till my last breath. We are different. Very different. And that's the most beautiful part of our relationship. We complete each other. We compliment each other. While you are full of life, I am an introvert. While you are a shopaholic, I am a miser. While you believe in investing in experiences, I believe in investing. While I forget everything post-fight, you keep a manual in your head (every woman, I guess). I have learned so much from you. You make me a better person.

I slap my hand with other. Rude. You know you speak very less. It's dangerous for your health. Means simple if you didn't talk then how you gonna make friends and if you didn't have friends then with whom you share your secrets and if you don't share your secrets with anyone then it start eating you from inside. You started behaving weirdly and people around you declare you mad and send you mental asylum, I blabber nonstop to make him talk but he didn't spill a word. It's one of my weird habit, whenever I met another introvert I become the most extrovert untill that person started to talk like me.

“My darling, I didn’t know.” His voice was low and filled once again with love “I tend to think the worst due to my past.” Matthew sits up put his arms around me pulling me to his lap. “I didn’t know if he would answer and you didn’t let me explain. I’m telling you now, I won’t put up with being treated as if you don’t trust me. I’m sure we’ll have arguments like everyone else. I’ll match your toe to toe.. but I must have trust.” Matthew pulled me close and kissed me. It was a good but short kiss. Then he simply held me. Words don’t speak as loud as actions. I know his love his true.

They were the only people who had ever said ‘I love you’ to her and they’re the only people too who’d ever heard her say ‘I love you too, from the moon and back’. She never had a potential partner. Well, she never really tried to have one. Nevertheless, doesn’t mean she never wanted one. In reality, her fate never offered her one. Sophia’s primary school years were spent being too naïve for being in a relationship or even understand the term itself. Her high school years were spent being home schooled giving her no chance of a typical school love life. By the time she was ready for college, she had become too much of an introvert to engage into men and explore her boundaries for romance.