Anon Story Novels & Stories

"Your own siblings. Five of them." Annitore didn't flinch. "I did." "Then you're a monster," Annie said, her voice breaking. "You're evil. I don't care what they did to you. I don't care what happened to your father. You became exactly what you chose to become." Annitore smiled, "Perhaps. But I immortal monster. So I'd say it was worth it." She took a step toward Annie, and suddenly she shifted. The storyteller vanished. "I'm not a storyteller," Annitore said, flames beginning to dance along her fingertips, "and now, it's time for me to get back to my husband. And I'm going through your body to do it."

He said and walked away, leaving me confused. I couldn’t stop my intrigue, I wanted to find out what he meant so I tried to catch up with him. I overheard my name as they were playing their game. I stopped in my footsteps. “Hmm.” Lori spoke. “He’s happy with his Cinderella, isn’t he? The prince and the pauper.” She laughed. There was something dangerous about rich people when they got bored. They loved turning embarrassment into entertainment. I had a feeling something was going to happen. I hated when I couldn’t predict what was going to happen.

"After I finished your book–the Book of Murder, it became my favorite novel in an instant because I really like Detective Alice Potter. I admire her character so much. And then it happens so fast and the next thing I knew, I was already here." "That's it? What did you do to be transfered here?" Alistair asked, noticing that she didn't tell him the details that made her transfered inside the book. Her story is incomplete. Anastasia just shake her head at him. She decided to not include the accident part because it will confuse the prince even more.

TBC AUTHOR’S NOTE: so I guess Anais has fallen in love and Atlas didn’t bother to fall too… . Please leave gems or just one gem, if possible thank you <3

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“ So , Anna , I heard what you were saying . It was quite the story . Are you a writer ? “ asked Aron with a calm tone . “ I…….What a joke ! I am not . I am the niece of the owner of the hospital and a serious nurse at her job . “ said Anna a bit confused with a smile . “ A serious person at her job ?……Oh…….Is gossiping behind your colleagues behind your back also part of being serious in this hospital ? “ said Aron staring at her annoyed . “ I….I…. “ said Anna even more nervous . “ You said that a simple girl like AYla is able to play both me and Noah by her hands . You said she is capable , isn’t she ?…..Well she indeed is capable . As my wife ,n there’s now ay she is a useless person . “

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

He took a step forward, firelight carving deep lines in his face, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “But their rebellion isn’t strength. It’s cowardice—cowardice dressed in ambition.” He let the silence speak again. Then, like a blade finding its target, he said the name. “The man behind this… is my uncle.” Gasps tore through the crowd. A woman near the front crossed herself. Someone else spat into the fire. “He’s eaten at our table,” Noah said, louder now. “He’s fought beside us. He’s bled with us.” His eyes flared gold.

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...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.