Anonymous Texting App Novels & Stories

"So you're telling me that my wife was touching herself… to the sound of you?" Zane winces. "I mean, technically—" "Ugh, disgusting." I mutter. Zane raises his hands. "Look, I didn't think many people would use the app, okay?! I was just doing him a favor." I run a hand down my face. I hate everything about this. Then an idea hits me. I lift my head, looking at Zane. "Can you put me in touch with the friend." I say. ~~~~~~~~ Alexis I grin as I stare at the brand-new phone resting in my palm.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Lucian looked at Andrew. "You?" "No." "Martin?" Andrew shook his head. "He would've called." "Adrian?" "No," I said. Lucian looked at me. "Why are you so sure?" "Adrian enjoys making an entrance. Anonymous emotional text messages aren't dramatic enough." Andrew smiled. "She's learning." Lucian ignored him. Daniel's screen changed. "Nothing." "What does that mean?" "Number is spoofed. Signal bounced through multiple relays." "Blackthorn?" "Possibly."

Let’s just say it’s not exactly the dream headline for the sports world. So for now, this app is all I have. A secret corner of the world where I can pretend, for just a little while, that being myself doesn’t come with consequences. I have a message from a guy with the username USER B. He doesn't have a profile so I automatically know he wants to be anonymous. That's fine by me because I prefer being anonymous as well rather than risking getting recognized by either a fan or someone who knows me. I click on his message and I'm struck speechless by how direct he was. He messaged me because of my post about looking for an online boyfriend who I will pay to chat dirty with and amongst the othe

A simple phone number in black ink was my only clue. I took my cell phone out and almost called, stopping at the last second. Lincoln and I were all about the text message. He wouldn’t have me call an unknown number. Instead, I texted the number. Me: Hi, this is Hannah and I have a message here to text you…? Unknown Number: Hi Hannah! Someone special has arranged a surprise for you. Go to 425 Main Street and collect your gift. PS - this is the cutest idea I’ve ever heard of. Does this guy have an available brother??

I reached into the pocket, my fingers slipping past the wad of hundred-dollar bills until they touched the cold metal of the device. The screen didn't show an anonymous number. It didn't show a university contact. It was a pre-recorded text message sent from a secure, hidden application, timed to release

Found a great Taco truck 2 blocks from your office to maintain anonymity *wink emoji I smile at his message, he was being nice. He knows I like tacos and the anonymity, so our family doesn’t find out about. I liked him but just not the way you like a partner romantically, I liked him as a friend and nothing more. I check the time to see its already past 2pm its too late for lunch and I have another meeting by 3pm with another director. I text Nick back, Meetings back-to-back today. Raincheck? He texts back almost immediately, She’s alive *celebration emoji *dancing emoji. He sends. Then sends another text seconds later, Okay let me know when you’re free.

she continued. My phone screen came on and she looked at me alarmed. “Miss Kane?” “Sorry,” I apologized, embarrassed. “This wouldn't take a second.” I opened my phone and read the message. Do you want to see Dylan Cross dead? No, who was this? The text was titled Anonymous. Has my breakup with him finally become public knowledge?

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

I held my hand out and she put her phone in it. "There is this app that we can message each other and it won't be traced. You have to hit this game, select two players then enter the password and it will bring you to messages. Any new messages will pop up to read then automatically deleted itself. No matter what happens tonight I'll find a way to message you and I'll find a way to bring you to us if we can't get to you. I promise." "Tonight?" Her eyes watered then she ran back to the stall and threw up again. Wow! She really didn't have the stomach for this.