The Lucky Introvert Novels & Stories

"Of course I'll help you! But that bastard needs to be taught some lesson!" "We need the police," Ella intervened. "Leave everything to me," Neil said. We get inside his car. I don't know where he's taking us but I'll just trust Neil for now. This is actually a first time that I become dependent to others. Sometimes, we also need to reach out to others. I am an introvert, I don't care about the outside world, the real world. But if someone like me interacts with the real world, I'll realize that being alone is not easy. Take today as an example. Someone tried to kill us and I know if I'm alone, I won't be able to survive.

Otherwise, she thought her dream game would always remain a dream. How could someone be this good? thought Diva as she glanced at her husband, who was talking politely to someone. He is handsome, supportive, caring, loving, understanding—just perfect. So what if he is an introvert? I am an extrovert so together, we can have a nice future. He is adjusting with me, just like I am. I am so much dependent on him. "Can you imagine a life without him?" Lina asked all of a sudden, causing Diva to shudder. After seeing it was her best friend, she heaved a sigh in relief.

When you have a tattoo like that fused to your skin—the indelible mark of the orphanage—no words are necessary to show that you are not part of the family. It doesn’t matter how much money you have. It doesn’t matter how many casinos you own. You’re still the abandoned kid. “Want some company?” a female voice interrupted his obsessive thoughts. He looked up. It was Lily, a high-class escort he knew and used the services of. “No.” “Sebastian, you’re always so kind,” she said sarcastically, but there was a smile on her lips. “And you, always inconvenient.” “I’m just doing my job... When I see a rich man getting drunk alone, I’m sure I’ll get a lot of money out of him.”

One day, I'd just stepped out of the operating room when a colleague told me there was some good news waiting for me in my office. After eight straight hours of surgery, I could barely keep my eyes open. "Nothing is gonna stop me from crashing the second I hit a chair," I muttered. "Do you remember Lawrence Clark, the man who was discharged the year before last? His legs were paralyzed, but thanks to the surgery you performed, he can stand now. He came today to give you a thank-you letter and some flowers." Instantly, I perked up and hurried toward the office. Behind me, my colleague laughed. "So much for being exhausted! Look at you now, sprinting for flowers and a thank-you letter!"

She had no desire to try out the equipment, either in this simulated world or in real life. DomMPF: So, tell me a little bit about yourself. Lisa exhaled, what to reveal about herself? She spent her life wearing different personalities like cloaks. Her online personality was loud brash and unapologetic, but her real self was nothing like that. Her business personality was focused and straight, but who was this girl who had found her way into a BDSM chat room? She could be anyone. NewGRL549: I’m an introvert She surprised herself with that little bit of honesty.

It only takes her a few seconds to answer. Izzy: I’ll be done in ten minutes! Are you okay waiting for a bit? Me: Of course. No hurries. Izzy: Thanks babe! I’ll see you in a little while. (Kissy face emoji) I smile down at her text. She’s always so upbeat and ready to go for anything, which still makes me wonder why she picked me as a friend. I’m a lot more quiet and standoffish than her, but what do they say? Behind every extravert is an introvert. Well, that is definitely true for the two of us.

“Finally, I get to meet my favorite psychic in person. Whoa, I didn’t know you’d be close to my height in real life.” “Nice to meet you in the flesh too, Adrian.” “Oh my gosh, I love your skin. Its smooth peanut butter texture is incredible. It’s movie-star beautiful.” “Um, Thanks,” I said nervously. I’m not a fan of physical touch. I’m an introvert. But I wonder if associating with kids who have different personalities than mine would be fun. “Wait, are you reading my mind?” she asked. “No, I swear.” “Oh good, I thought maybe you were making me think something you’d thought of.”

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..

“Strong, confident, capable. But I’m not like them. I never will be like any of them. They can talk to people so easily, how can I-I ever be like that?” “And that’s okay,” I said, squeezing his arm gently. “You’re not meant to be like them. You have your own strengths and your own path. And anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to have an opinion about your worth. There are many people who are introverted and successful.” Ian let out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I just… I feel so lost sometimes. Like I don’t belong anywhere.”

Lucky's POV I stopped for a second and watched the trees ahead of me. I hadn’t given them much thought at first, but now, as they stood like one tall guardian after another around me, I was feeling a bit claustrophobic. The river had led me to this forest, but so far no people. Just my luck. Which was sort of ironic, since that was also my name. I smiled at my own joke and kept on going. Well, at least now, I had a direction. And I wasn’t going to die. It was late summer and the forest was rich in berries and nuts. The water was fresh and, if necessary, I could make a weapon of some kind and hunt a small animal. My biggest threat was the wildlife. The predators with sharper teeth than mine.