Loving An Introvert Novels & Stories

"He's the most hard to reach, the leader, the most caring, cold outside but warm inside and don't forget that he's really smart. He's a genius Chloe, I swear I don't know where he got that brain but he's genius.. damn." "He's a really introvert person so he rarely tells everyone how he feels, what he wants, what he doesn't like, what he likes.. no one ever knows. You can say that he's heartless. It's like he doesn't have any feelings towards people." "Does he ever have a girlfriend or something? Why he hate love so much and avoiding it like it's a deadly virus?" I asked, Rose chuckled. "Only the boys know, no one ever knows that. They tell each other secrets together and it only stays with t

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.

"Chainsaw?" "Yes," he said. "Do you not know that introverts go about with chainsaws hidden under their pants? Because it is unsocietal, they keep it locked in, waiting for sufficient trigger. But, maybe if you have met more people, had fun, and understood how people work, you won't get to pull your saw when humans annoy you." "That's scary the way you paint it," Elena commented, having no idea where exactly he was going with this. "It's true you're an artist."

I said to both of them. "That's the only way we talk," said Ali. Migs just smiled and nodded. "We're louder when the five of us are together. If Migs and I always talk like this, how about Ashton and Harold!" I just nodded. "Good and you have friends." "Why, don't you have any friends?" I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm a loner and an introvert. I prefer to be alone and read in a corner," I said. "It's good that you and Azariah and Aliona got along right away? I thought you were friendly," said Ali, still fixing my hair.

"The man born in the eighties, as you say, Miss, can tear you apart in the most classic way possible." I don’t know why, but I burst out laughing. "I prefer the modern way over the classic way, sir." He raised an eyebrow and let out a muffled chuckle. If you only knew the things I have done, my dear, you would definitely be shocked. "So you prefer the modern way, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. "That is my problem. Even though I am an introvert and not very social, I bond quickly with the people my heart feels comfortable with."

I heard Dion's low voice from the side. I hummed as an answer. "How did you know?" He let a heartily laugh. "I'm an introvert." That made me turn my gaze at him. "Come again?" "I said, I'm an introvert. Aside from arts, books are my thing as well. Their addictive scent sents energy in me." With that, my mood instantly changed. I start talking to him about the books he loves, his favorite, did he already read that or this, I was hyped up by knowing that he is an introvert.

Only after he’d downed most of it did he reply, “You said you were linked to a billionaire recently and were all over the gossipy news. He’s also the one who makes your heart burn with love and pain. Here’s the thing that I'll remind you about again. I don’t follow that type of news. I’m really immersed in worlds that don’t exist.” “It’s impossible to not know him,” she told him, sighing. But he was someone who was introverted and rarely talked, so she believed the guy. Over the last few months she had spent her time in the club, sitting by his side and endlessly rambling about her life and he had patiently listened to her without asking any questions. He had seemed like a living journal to

In that case, I would stop thinking that she's only doing this kind gestures out of pity for me. We've been friends for years, but I would always think of reasons why she would settle for someone like me. I mean, she has thousands of people following and wanting to be her friend, why would she even pick an introverted with a problematic personality like me? She could even pick someone with the same interest and hobby as her. So, in the end, I can't stop myself from thinking that maybe she just can't go and leave because she pity me. Something that I don't want her to feel. But Justin is amazing. She would always remind me that despite my personality, she could never ask for another friend.

Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get. Oh let me introduce myself, my name is Evangeline Snow and am just a simple boring girl, who spends her nights and days indoors. I'm kind of like an introvert, it's just not in my personality to be too rash or hasty. Am the kind of girl that likes to think things through before rushing into anything. Or at least I thought I was! Until that one night which changed everything about me and my prospective about life. That day literally changed everything and I had no idea what bombshell was coming my way..

Miss Oomf asked while smiling at me. "I'm Synecdoche Rochet," I introduce myself to everyone, I'm 45.37 percent introvert and 54.63 percent extrovert. I don't know if my calculations were objective or subjective but my formula was trust plus by ego, superego, and ID divided by pre-conventional, conventional, and post-conventional raise to the power of 26 equals connection. "Your spelling is correct." My classmates immediately applauded. Their claps are overwhelming giving me a grand celebration inside my ear.