Deviantart Unknown Person Novels & Stories

“ it’s like she didn’t exist before she was eight “ he muttered , “ No school files , no medical data , nothing just a fake adoption record leading to a dead woman “ I clenched my jaw “ someone went to a lot of trouble to hide her “ . The image on the screen froze on the lunar registry , no records of any Luna wolf births in 2000 . “ she’s also not registered to any pack “ Nate continued, “ if she’s one of us her scent signatures been scrubbed from the lunar registry “ . I leaned back into the chair . “ she doesn’t know “ my wolf whispered , she thinks she’s human “ not for long “ I muttered The moon was rising and the bond Between us was waking whether she wanted it or not . The imagine on

I need some time. Inaya: I'll think about it. Unknown: I'm happy. At least you're talking to me. Thank you. I don't know why but I'm feeling like he is a genuine person. Inaya: At least you can tell me your name to me. I have to save your number. Unknown: You can call me Mr Stranger. I knew it, he won't tell. Inaya: So, you can't even tell me your name. Why he can't even tell his name? Why? Will I ever find my answers?

She never granted interviews, nothing…then she just disappeared. Her pieces were exactly how I've always described Brittany's paintings. They've always had a homely, familiar feel. Goosebumps attacked my skin at the chilling realization. I couldn't look through Danes phone anymore, I had zoned out, my head spinning, and he held onto me the whole time. It was too much, all too much. All we knew of that artist was her name, but now I know it was probably fake. Ashley Withers. That artist…is Brittany?

He has me reacting like I got caught doing something wrong when I have nothing to answer for. “I don’t think so…wait, maybe…..I got a follow from an account with a weird username.” She scrolls her followers and clicks on one before turning it to me and showing it to me. The username is Knightrider. Lame. It’s a cartoon image of a black helmeted motorbiking character from a manga that Dane used to read as a kid. I remember it as he was obsessed for a while and had posters all over his locker at school. The profile has lots of vague photos of motorbikes and party shots, and it looks like he might have been posting street racing videos from an account made to be anonymous. His face is not on an

The scholarship winner. I smirked. “He tagged her,” I muttered under my breath. Morgana leaned over, but I shifted slightly, keeping the screen to myself. I tapped the tag. RitaDaniel. A plain username. No profile posts. No highlights. No updates. Nothing. Just a profile photo of some anime character with oversized eyes and pastel-colored hair. I scoffed. “An anime avatar? Is this girl serious?” “She must be a ghost on social media,” Morgana said, rolling her eyes. “Zero posts? She probably has zero social life.” Morgana spoke as if she understood what I was referring to.

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!

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' He replied again and Adonia blinked in surprise, this new person surely had an attitude, she would give him that. Adonia raised an eyebrow, look who was talking. She clicked the profile tab and she went to his profile too. Asides from the fact that he identifies as a male and he was located in the Space, nothing else gave anything about him. There was nothing on his bio and his profile picture consisted of a spaceship. Nothing more, nothing less. And his username was kinda weird. She must've added him by mistake. Maybe when she was tapping the add without looking because now, he surely did look weird. This was the type of people that would definitely send you an unsolicited dick picture.

They argued all the way home. Back at their own villa, Zachary stormed upstairs with a dark expression. The sound of his door slamming echoed down to the first floor. … Zachary lay on his bed, still fuming. He strode over to his computer desk and opened his Instagram page, skillfully clicking on his only special follow. It was the Instagram account of a comic artist called "Dreamy". This comic artist had created a personal account just a few years ago and had many followers—over 600,000—but had only posted one series.

I said. “Of course there’s fanfic.” “How lovely.” I shook my head. “Actually, Ted, I did notice something with those names.” “Hit me.” “The usernames have very different, very consistent personalities. S supports that I’m a wolf and keeps suggesting I should mate a wolf. MyHelperz is vulgar, swears a lot, and never offers anything of substance. And so on.