Author Anon Novels & Stories

Top contributors: - Lucas Stone: $200,000,000 (anonymous) - Jane Doe: $180,000,000 - John and Emily Chen: $250,000 - The Johnson Corporation: $200,000 Lucas looked up from his wine, his eyes following my gaze. He realized what I was looking at. Then I turned to look at him wide-eyed. “Fucking idiots,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Anonymous means you don't add the person's name." “I know,” I giggled, unable to contain my amusement. He stared at me, and suddenly I didn't know what to do, how to act, or how to look at him. I was shy!

BLOGGER’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING The office was small but modern—glass partitions, whiteboards filled with scribbled names and arrows, phones ringing in intervals, and the faint buzz of multiple monitors running all at once. At the far end of the room, a young woman with sharp eyes and a short pixie cut—Adaora, better known as “GistGoddess” to the public—clicked open an encrypted email flagged as “Anonymous Submission – High Priority.” The subject line read: “THE KAREEM BABY SCANDAL – REAL FATHER EXPOSED.”

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I loved it more than anything in the world . Even money wouldnt replace the feeling s*x gave me. i rode it reverse cow girl . whole time i was not seeing my screen. i shifted myself once more . This time round i wanted to face the screen . And then I saw the username. Anonymous. I stared at it. Of course. Of all the people who could have been there, it had to be him. A gift appeared. Then another. I ignored both. I kept going. Another notification appeared. Anonymous: Your leg.

Just wait until I tell them the truth about what he is actually like, then maybe they would change their mind. Just as I turn around to observe my new home forever, I notice something on the kitchen counter. A note. Anyone else want to send me notes today? As I approach it, I realise who has sent it. This time Cian isn’t the one sending it. Written in beautiful writing is the Alpha’s name. Noah.

“Because this day was going way too orderly.” Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh. The ancient presence purrs. I nearly lose my footing. Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper. “The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways. Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules. The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the epicenter of the disturbance, sigils flaring violently. ANOMALY EXCEEDS ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS. TERMINATION—

Dozens of notifications lit up the display—texts from Jax and the guys, tags from people I barely knew and alerts from that goddamn Anonymous forum. My stomach dropped like a stone into a well. With trembling fingers, I unlocked it and thumbed through the chaos. Then the top post hit me like a freight train. It says, “Mordred's Wild Night: Cheating on Kianna Already? Heartbreak or Habit?” Posted by Anonymous, of course—the faceless coward who'd been tormenting us for weeks. I scrolled down, heart pounding harder than my headache.

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-

After a few moments, he returned to Kian who was rubbing the back of his head but otherwise looked just fine. “Who was that fellow?” Aaron asked, glimpsing back the way he had come. “I don’t know,” Kian admitted. “But I’ve never encountered someone so strong.” “Or so fast.” “You don’t think he could be a… Dark One?” Kian asked, finally moving his hand off the back of his head.

A fresh gossip post from an anonymous Zenex account. “Lead Curator Scott McAllen: Sleeping His Way to the Top?” Who would do this? They didn’t even allow me enjoy my little fame for 24hrs.