Novel & Cerita Confession Anonymous Online

Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel? Nung nag textako sakanya nung umalis ako sinabi kong magpapahangin lang ako at masyadong maraming bumabagagab sa isip ko pero hindi ko sinabing hinid ko napatay si manuel or hindi namatay si manuel kaya papaanong?!BAKIT GANTO YUNG FEELING KO NA NAMAN ANG WEIRD?!

“Excellent in fact. Tell me what you need me to do.” “Right! Back to Darien. Because he is a narcissist asshole who doesn't want anyone to see how much of a cancer he is, he visits this anonymous page on the internet and matches with anonymous therapists. He has had one for the longest time, but she got married only a week ago and decided to switch jobs.” “Uhmm, quick question.” I raised my hand respectfully, as if this was a classroom and he was a professor. “Ask your question partner.” “If this website is supposed to be anonymous, how do you know about it? Also how do you know about his long term supposedly anonymous therapist? And why is the therapist anonymously online?” I drew a blank a

PERFECT COVER It was lunch break, I spotted Flora and Brian were seriously conversing at our spot in the Cafeteria. Tyler had come up with a plan concerning the whole Anonymous message thing.... I was going to ask Brian for help but I was not going to reveal anything, my sexuality or the main issue. I didn't want to lose my friends or get exposed. My perfect Image had to stay unstained. "Hi, guys." Both looked up almost at the same time.

that crossed the line into cheating. I didn't just want to break them up; I wanted to dismantle the pedestals they stood on. Kai was the star athlete who thought he was untouchable, and Ava was the scholarship student who acted like her integrity was a suit of armor. I was about to prove that armor was made of glass. I tapped the screen, sending the first "anonymous" blast to the Crestwood Confessions page. Within seconds, phones across the cafe began to chime. It was like watching a slow-motion car crash.

He grins at me triumphantly thinking he has won one over me. One would think I would have at least made one friend through all these years. But I haven't, I'm on my own day in and day out. I'm pretty sure I have Megan to thank for that, with her spewing all her lies about me. Soon she will corrupt him as well, just like she scared all the other new students away from me. I sat quietly waiting for my name to be called, so I could read my poem out loud to the class like everyone else was doing one by one. "Well I guess I got lucky on this homework, I hate speaking in front of people," he whispers leaning close to me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. " Jasmine are you ready to read your p

“I got a digital sponsor. A foundation that helps sick students anonymously. They emailed me. They said someone recommended me.” A digital sponsor. Anonymous. Online. In my world, that meant someone was watching. But Anna continued, oblivious to the silent terror drowning me. “So which one should I choose? I didn’t feel good about the first guy today. Something felt… off. So I’m leaning toward the sponsor.” Relief flooded my chest so hard I had to close my eyes. “That one,” I said immediately. “Go with the sponsor. It keeps you safe. Keeps your identity hidden.” “Yeah,” she said softly, “I thought so too.”

Somewhere in the building a heating unit kicked on and then off again. Elise’s fingers traced the line of Mara’s collarbone. Dominic’s hand rested heavily on his wife’s hip, but his eyes were on Mara. No one mentioned the original booking. No one reached for the camera or the clothes or the clock. Mara stared at the high white ceiling and felt the professional boundary she had kept for years dissolve into the paper beneath them, irreversible and already irrelevant. The session had ended the moment the camera left her hands. What remained was something none of them had signed for—and none of them were ready to leave.

I whisper, a sore sound ripping from my throat. ZK9. The anonymous online confidant I had trusted with my deepest, darkest emotions for two years while I was in college. The digital entity who always knew exactly what to say when my life was falling apart. The person who subtly planted seeds of doubt about my ex-fiance, Daniel. The person who gently, calculatedly advised me to distance myself from my family because ‘they didn't understand my ambition and worth.’

Just a bunch of numbers , nothing special; but at that moment, it felt to me like I was handing over a piece of myself to him. Silent, he took it from me, his fingers brushing against mine as he quickly typed something on his phone. I stood there, feeling churn-ed up inside, watching him with a horrible sensation in the pit of my stomach. The tension felt unbearable. A few moments later, he lifted his eyes to me, still set in that vacuous expression. "Account is anonymous," he stated blandly. "Untraceable. Your blackmailer is a smart one, you can’t trace him with this account number.”

Thank you so much for reading till the end! This really means a great deal to me. To those who have been with me since 50 reads, I have not forgotten you and I'm incredibly grateful to your support in the first three months of me writing Confessions Of An Exorcist back in 2020 Readers from 50-1k reads of COE, thank you for the support and advice. And to my editor, Jayden and Chijioke, thank you for working on this with me. I'm eternally grateful