Loving An Introvert Novels & Stories

Gavin suddenly said making our new friend laugh. "I only wish my boyfriend could be that romantic." She then commented. "How come?" I asked her curiously, but not aggressive enough for her to think that I'm prying. "He's just not the lovey-dovey type. He isn't the type that would show his affection in public." She said. "Sometimes, not even to me. We're complete opposites, to be frank. He's an introvert while I'm an extrovert, but what can I say. If you get hit by love, all you can do is love." She said as she shrugged all of her worries off.

he said. “And I love you more,” Alice replied lovingly. Years has already passed when she first saw Travis. She was visiting her friend Candice, the Luna of the Blue Moon pack when they met. What happened was still vivid in her mind, how the man ran away when he saw her. It was a horrible for her because she thought she was rejected but it turned out that she’s not.

I want when you read my story, it will be as if you are in my account. For you to know, I am an introvert. I have a little trouble making lots of friends. It's not that I don't want to, but I think enjoying time with myself is an excellent comfort for me. So, I hope we can become virtual friends. I will read all of your positive comments. I beg you if you don't like my story. Don't leave nasty comments. I write this with my thoughts, love, and sincerity. A small hope my story will one day be as famous as other writers. Thank you for reading and chatting with me. Love - Tatiana H

-That it won't be reciprocated. Nate seemed to be opening up to me. -If you say you've never been in love, how do you know you are? -Because it's something that can't be explained, it's when you don't want to be with anyone else but that person. When you want to spend all your time with her, to go out with her, to know new things with her. To imagine a future by her side. All women, no matter how beautiful they are, become invisible in my eyes. They don't provoke me in any way. That's when I realize that I'm screwed. And more importantly, it blows your mind when anyone else gets close to her or even touches her. It's unexplainable, Beth. Love has no explanation.

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.

"You're not a fan of these events, huh?" I sigh, relieved that he can tell how I truly feel. "Honestly, no. I mean, it's great to catch up with friends and all, but kissing the asses of people you dislike just to look good... it's just not my scene." Brad chuckles and clinks his glass against mine. "Here's to being introverts in an extroverted world," he says with a wink. I throw my head back in laughter, grateful for his understanding. "Cheers to that.”

Or is it just because he's aloof and just wants to feel that he has someone like me in his life. I know those kinds of people like Lucas. They are introverted, aloof, don't like to talk to people in general, and always want to stay in their comfort zone. But the truth behind their cold personality, they really wanted a person to stay with them and the only person who would make them feel that they are not alone in this cruel world. And Lucas has me. "Since when?" Nathan asked again, snapping me out from my thoughts.

, I stumbled on my words, can't curse in front of a 4-year-old. But what surprised me was he laughed, particularly on my awkwardness. Kia on the other had a confused look, of course, she didn't understand all that was happening and Mr Arnold well he was just standing there looking as annoyed as ever."It's the first time when someone told me that I'm pretty. You have to be an introvert, aren't you?" "No-uh I'm not.", I cleared my throat getting offended. So what if I was not the party one, had her most time aside from work for books reserved, enjoyed her own company. I can be an extrovert if I get my type of people.

But, nope, he’s more girly than me anyway, so problem solved. Abigail, on the other hand… I already said she’s an extrovert. She loves parties, loves talking, loves… everything, really. She’s charming, rich, always smiling, and somehow manages to make everyone like her instantly. Me? I’m an introvert. Books > parties. Always. Social events? Pass. We’re middle class. Not poor, not rich. Dad’s a surgeon. Mom owns a cute coffee shop near campus. Perfectly normal life. I’m an only child, though there’s a battalion of cousins on my dad’s side. They live abroad, so no, I don’t hang out with them. Small blessing there.

He wrinkled his brows. He never liked the rain, he preferred to stay indoors, looking out at the window. Kiara, on the other hand, loved rain and everything about it. As the rain started to fall at a steady pace, Kiara smiled, leading him off the sidewalk. There were no cars around and it wasn't a busy street. “There is no way I'm doing this right now, Kiara,” he grumbled, firmly planting his feet on the ground. “Come on, let's go,” She playfully tugged on his arm, and loomed up at him with pleading eyes and a quivering bottom lip.