Anon Story Novels & Stories

“Sold her to her uncle and took off.” Honor had heard every version of this story. She was illegitimate, she was abandoned, she was unwanted, nobody had ever wanted her, her mother was this, her father was that. She’d built up significant immunity. She found the dropped book, straightened carefully, and prepared to leave. “I heard,” Aaron said, louder now, warming to it, playing to the small crowd that had materialized the way crowds always do around cruelty, “that she’s sleeping with her drunk uncle. They’ve got that whole thing going on up there in the woods. My dad says—”

I asked her in a cold voice. Archana was looking at me with a bewildered expression then she quickly said to me “ My cell phone was stolen yesterday from the bus for a few hours then I came home to find some important documents to complain to the police authorities but when I was about to leave my house, I found my cell phone at my doorstep.” “Wow,” I said and clapped my hands loudly. “ Wow, what a fantastic story, you could be a good storyteller you know, you are a pathetic liar Archana,” I yelled at her.

He saw the despair in Sylvie's eyes as she watched him leave while the beggars tore off her dress. His heart ached as regret enveloped him. Looking up, Connor said to Nick, "Help me find out whether Anna hired those beggars." Nick hesitated briefly before passing a folder to Connor. "I already investigated the matter while you were unconscious, Mr. Shaw. It was… indeed Ms. Larson who hired those beggars to frame Mrs. Shaw… "Mr. Shaw? Mr. Shaw!" Connor's body was shaking as he coughed violently. He ended up coughing up a mouthful of blood.

, She blushed as she pushed him gently. He smiled and started the car. Author's special: Author: "I'm sorry Mr.Anan I don't seem to have an interview with you today?" Anan: "Don't I seem like a human? Interview me." Author: *gulps down* "Sure." Author: "What are your future plans for Media Score.?" Anan: "Not interested, Next question." Author: "What are your thoughts on your assistant and.."*interrupted* Anan: "Boring, Next."

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

'I am Steven Gawain. 'Are you kidding?'I laughed. 'No, I am not. I sent those texts by email, and here's the proof,' I replied showing him my cell phone. He remained silent for a while before replying. 'Your work on the magazine is very good, but what you answered on the test is insufficient.' 'I was going through a bad time and under a lot of stress.' 'Come on, Anna, do you think I haven't heard all those rumors going around? There's talk about your sexual preferences, that you spend all day at the bar, and that you're pretty lost.'

“Then we have to gather another update with Rioteco in Florida. Let’s go?” The week passed by like a flash. For Anna, manslaughter, and torture is a common things to witness daily, sometimes commit. In her line of work, there is no gore she can’t handle. She’s seen it all. One may be fooled by her angelic features and never think about what that face does for a living. This was her life. And this is fine.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

I could tell he was really holding himself back for the sake of the answers he needed. "Your brother was never supposed to lose his hand. It was supposed to be his life, but he got lucky," Anson revealed. Whenever he felt like he had nothing more to lose, this is what he would turn to. He enjoyed bringing people down with him. “I lost the plot after you told me you got a text from God,” Alessio mumbled. So did I. It wasn’t strange for Anson to lie. That was what he was good at. Yet, this level of madness and manipulation was even difficult for me to listen to.