Anonymous Texting App Novels & Stories

No music started playing as we gazed into one another's eyes and finally kissed. No, this was the part where Noah stepped in and made a valid point, which only made me more irritated. "Thank you Adam. Holly." Noah was putting out his alpha vibe, not asking, but telling us to sit our butts down. "Mr. Talon, you're right. This app isn't ready for launch since, Ms. O'Niell pivoted away from just the anonymous sexual chat into a new way of dating. It was a win-win we all saw the potential in and I regret we didn't present that to you. We haven't decided on if we'll be using local shops or an Amazon or Walmart per say."

Once she opened up the message her eyes widened in shock and a bit of glee. The school’s confession app, which was made by a few students, was now fully adding the newest update. She opened the link to d******d it. Eleanor did not like to admit it, but she was truly a bit of gossip in so many ways. That was why she liked to linger on the app, just reading confessions upon confessions, and guessing who had made what. However, those confessions only stayed up for 24 hours, which many people complained about. Now, however, she was glad to see that the option to create a fully anonymous account for your confessions was now active!

Just great. I open the app to check the message. “Can you come to my room? Need to talk. Just us.”

Without thinking too much, I pulled out my phone and dialed Zane. He picked up on the second ring. “Zane,” I said quietly. I was still pretending, still holding up the mask of being a doting girlfriend. “Hey, babe,” he said in his deep, husky voice, and for a second, I felt a strange warmth in my chest. Not really affection—just the comfort of someone being there. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” I began, exhaling deeply. “But the person who sent those anonymous messages, she texted me again and gave me a location. I’m here now.”

I asked them, and I was glad Jada was always there to explain what it was all about. “I’ll send you a link later, and once you open that link the app will be installed on your phone right away. So, about the app. You can post anything you like, but always stay anonymous. Never put your name as the one who sent an article, okay? Since most of the girls here are practically rich, they can sue you for anything you reveal about them.”

Why can’t I just d******d a dating app? Do I even want to date anyone? No. Just something fun. But what about my picture? I will not show my face. But I need something that grabs attention. And what works? My boobs. I burst out laughing. Yeah, my boobs. No one can tie that back to me. Anonymous. I d******d the app. I name myself “Floating Boobs.” I pull off my top and my bra. My breasts look cute. My nipples point straight at the phone camera.

Amelia took a deep breath and sat down, her hands trembling slightly. She needed to determine whether the cryptic message she had received was genuine, but how could she find out? She had tried texting the anonymous sender but had not yet received a reply. Just as she was trying to collect herself, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Leo. “Hey, Amelia. Any chance you are free tonight? Let's have dinner when you clock out from work just you and me. This is my second wish, and you can't turn me down.”

He brings the phone beside his head and points at it with a smile. Your phone dings. 1 New Message From: Zale 🐯 How am I supposed to text you if I don't have your number? Get home, safe Princess. 💜 -Seen

Then I climbed onto the bed, pulled my phone out, and opened the messaging app. There it was. The anonymous text I had sent earlier from a burner number: [Roxette is here. This is the address: xxxx xxxx] I stared at it for a few seconds, then let out a long, irritated sigh. “They didn’t cause as much trouble,” I muttered to myself. “What a disappointment. How petty.”

CC'd to every major investor. She hadn't responded. She still didn't know *how* to respond. --- Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: *"Changed your mind yet?"* She stared at it. The audacity. The *balls* of this man, texting her personal phone — how did he even get her number? — at 8:17 AM, like they were old friends. She typed back: *"Who is this?"* *"You know who this is."* *"I don't respond to anonymous texts."*