Author Anon Novels & Stories

Casanova had it delivered, with his regards. - Tell him that... That... - My God, I didn't even know what to say. Like, isn't he as underrated as I thought? That deep down he has a heart? That maybe I can fuck him wherever he wants? What... I spent the sleepless night thinking about his kiss? - I mean? Anon looked at me. - Thanks. Say... Thank you. Anon smiled: - Madam Bongiove, I am not Anon 1. Because there is no Anon 2. So... You can just call me Anon. The other security guard, who accompanies Mr. Allan Casanova, is Otávio.

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

And that was exactly what I needed right now, something to keep me busy and sane. I stripped down to my red lace, putting on my shimmering oil as I laid in the bed with my mask on. Settling in as I opened my laptop and it was a mail, someone with the profile “Anonymous Beast.” He was new, I could tell, my fans never go through all this shenanigans of using funny names like this. But I didn't pry. Rather I started chatting, laughing as I got tipped without doing anything. He was silent, watching. I could tell from his camera. But he didn't say anything or request for anything!

But I'm leaning towards someone he knows. ANONYMOUS is known for finding people, but I know if any one of my fellow hackers could find her, so could I. But the organization Mem works with is even better, more advanced if the nuggets he's dropped over the years can be believed, and I have no reason not to believe him.

He was staring at Aana who was coming out of a room with a bouquet in her hand. "Aana, he is Mr. Aaron the CEO of Aa international company and one of the top billionaires of INDIA. he is the owner of this NGO" One of the ladies introduced Aaron to Aana unaware of their connection. She was so shocked to see Aaron in front of her. The next thing that happened shook both me and Aaron. She went unconscious. Thankfully Aaron held her before she would have fallen.

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

“My name is Rhonda Vons. Uhm… I am a native of this city, but I moved away for a few years. I have now returned. I have been coding since I was a teenager, and I have quite a few groundbreaking projects.” One of the employees raised his hand to speak, and I nodded in acceptance. He was blonde and had green eyes. “We have been told about you even before you arrived, and I looked you up. But I could not find anything that elated to you having any projects at all, talk more of… groundbreaking,” he said bluntly. A smile touched my lips as I replied to him. “That is because I have been working anonymously for several years.” “If we do not have proof, how are we to trust that you can lead us right

He even chuckled while gazing at some of the funny animations as if he was reading a comic book. The article even gave its own theory about why these skills were called the genome-scripts in the first place which surprisingly he could not find in any other article so far. All these other articles were like applied mathematics textbooks when he didn't even know simple algebra. However, this article was simple but extremely long. Creed didn't mind the length and took his sweet time to go through it at his own pace. Two hours later, he sighed heavily. "Who wrote this?" The most surprising thing about the article was that it was posted by someone anonymous account named - Professor Panda. Creed

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

Why is she here? “Hello, Mr. Cruz. I’m Zane Klein, and this is my sister, Amaija Klein,” the man I recall as her older brother says, breaking the silence. I reluctantly pull my eyes from her to focus on him. “We—well, Amaija—owns this apartment.” “Oni-chan, let’s go,” she says, finally speaking. “Go?” He looks at her, confused, then back at me. “Oh, I didn’t even recognize you. You’re the T-shirt guy. Small world.” She elbows him and glares.