Anon Story Novels & Stories

Morgan had always been the wild, adventurous one, the friend who came home with outrageous stories that made Anny blush and laugh in equal measure and she had always been the one who stayed home during Morgan's escapades, content to live vicariously through her friend's tales of conquest and adventure. But now, it seemed the tables had turned. Now Anny was the one with the wild, impossible story. She was the one caught up in an affair so scandalous she could barely bring herself to say it aloud. She sighed softly. But she only had about a minute of solitude before a knock came at the door. "Who is there?" Anny called out, her voice still carrying the slight hoarseness of her earlier screams.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Hadyen stand up reluctantly and went out. After the doctor is done talking with Anny she came out to meet Hayden and they went to the car "what did the doctor tell you?" Hayden ask her curiously "It's private, I can't tell you" Anny answer him nonchalantly, Hayden look at her suspiciously and said "this is my brother we are talking about here, I need to know" he seems angry "sorry i can't tell you" Anny said and pause then continue because she knows that Hayden might be suspicious of her "you trust me that is why you want me to do this so you should trust me completely" Anny told him matter of factly.

Inspector Rana’s dark voice echoed: “Start the story. The professor who tells the first story… survives.” Anusha took a deep breath. The memory she had locked away in the darkest room of her mind for years returned to her suddenly. “Okay…” she said in a trembling voice. “I will tell you… the most terrifying night of my life.” The lights dimmed. The air became heavier. Some students began to cry. But Anusha’s story had begun— and now it couldn’t be stopped. The Night’s Guest — The Beginning It was 2017. Anusha was a new research scholar and was staying at an old guest house hidden in the mountains.

"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."

Thanks again for giving my story a chance and please don't forget to drop a gem or a comment on how you think things are going so far! s. Jones

“ 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 . “

The man turned and faced the sky wondering where the moon was. He clutched his stomach and groaned in pain. His raven black hair stuck to his face and he was so sweaty. His wished the moon would just show itself but it was hidden under a big thick cloud and Gwa (for that was the man's name) sighed before falling into unconsciousness. *******

After some minutes, Asthar left without a goodbye or final words. "I'm Madame H, H for Hornet and henceforth, you work for me" she said. She scanned me from my head to my toes and asked about the black mark on my left hand. "I was born with it" I said staring at the mark that is located a little above my elbow. Having been well fed at Asthar's place, my beauty shone. I had a blue eyes that complimented my bright skin with a long black hair. ) The two beauties on my chest stood and added beauty to my hips. I am beautiful!