Anon Story Novels & Stories

I have no destination. I have no money. I have no family. I have no home. Despite that, I'm basking in my newfound freedom. l run absent-mindedly and is unaware of the dangerous threat that is lurking nearby. A rumbling and crashing sound in the distance halts my footsteps. The sound is coming from the alleyway behind an old Italian diner. The hairs on my neck are standing up, and my skin breaks out into goosebumps as a shiver runs down my spine.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,?

he ventured, his voice slicing through the tension like a dull knife, “where’s Master?” Allyson straightened in her chair, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her voice was taut with worry. “She’s with the Red Foxes,” she replied, “but... I haven’t heard from her yet.” Henry’s words lingered in the air, casting long shadows over the afternoon. Conversation waned, the heavy Victorian walls of the house seeming to absorb our unease. Its khaki-painted exterior stood resolute against the towering green trees, the vivid scarlet roof adding a bold splash to the otherwise subdued landscape.

And then there were the mavericks like Colton Lyon, in as much as they can be anyone else like Colt, who, are just natural born bad -asses. Mancini had alluded to something like this in that first meet back at Colt's place over the holidays, but we'd been so focused on The Fox that we'd let the rest of it slip by us. Maybe we should revisit that shit and get ahead of it before they get the drop on us.

The ladder is the least of it. - The minus? I swear I thought the two of them couldn't get me here. - Anon 1 and Anon 2 are strong – I said – I bet they are still going strong, prepared for the descent. - I... I'm Otávio, ma'am. – Anon 2 told me. - Shut up, Anon 2. - Said Anon 1, scolding him. Mandy got up, heading towards Allan: - Allan... Casanova?

The phone went dead. “What am I doing here?” Annie questions herself sternly while shivering in her too thin coat. The little car in which she sits looking at the Bar has no heating system. She quickly looked at her watch, the hour was nearly midnight. “I am here might as well settle this story. Why would Aaron Casey use me? It makes no sense as I have nothing.” Taking a deep breath, she carefully wrestles the door opened. She noticed the mist getting thicker. This usually has her very uneasy.

"No, it's not that, are you sure?" "According to what my family told me" "No offense but you believe them?" So I wasn't the only one that thought the story was near fetched, is that even correct? "No. But it's the only thing that I've got to go on. I can't ask people because a family member is always with me whenever I leave the house, and if you haven’t noticed you're the only who yalks to me in this whole school. Even the teachers refuse to look me in the eye"

The graveyard was very quiet the wind blew through the trees, the old tree leaves rustling. Aunt, I am leaving, I am going to find the truth about my family and who I am. Thank you for everything, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for sacrificing your life for me, I promise I will survive, I promise to stay alive I promise to make you proud. She stood up from the ground wiped the tears from her face and placed the flower she was holding on the grave. A pair of an eye was watching her every moment. Annie left the cemetery with the driver who was waiting for her, Mr. Dicosta assigned a driver to Annie when she started living in the Dicosta mansion, the man is not just a driver but one