From anonymity to stardom Novels & Stories

It’s been nameless for months and she thinks it will benefit us more if it has a name. I know she’s right, but it’s another giant step that I want to take my time with. I have fallen in love with the anonymity and don’t need people to know it’s name for me to be proud and fufilled. What matters is that, things are going really well. I’m thriving, growing and it’s the best feeling ever.

Bored, I tapped on my profile—and nearly dropped my phone. 100,000 followers? I blinked. Once. Twice. How?! Then it hit me. Treasure’s post. I glanced at my profile photo—still the same anime girl. Should I change it? I hesitated. Staying anonymous felt safe. Comforting. But… that wasn’t me anymore. My face had been on stage. On screens. In papers. What was the point of hiding? With a deep breath, I tapped Edit Profile. Choose from Gallery.

I set the phone down and my hands are steady which surprises me because my reputation just detonated across eight thousand screens and the fallout is going to reach my mother and Dominic and every student who sits in that amphitheater where I’ve been cumming on various surfaces for weeks. The invisible girl who built a boring safe life on purpose has just become the most visible person on campus for reasons that cannot be explained away with “we’re just friends” or “I bruise easily” or any of the other lies I’ve been stacking like sandbags against a flood that just broke through. My phone buzzes. Knox: Famous now. You’re welcome. Then Dominic: My office. Now.

Because now— this wasn’t anonymous anymore. And whatever came next— had a direction.

she went on, twirling her drink, her red lips forming a pleased smile, “the rest was pure journalism—or what they call it these days.” Andrew sat back, his lips slowly curving into a cool smile. “People love secrets,” he said evenly. “Especially when they get to be the ones who uncover them.” “I’ve never seen someone climb the ranks in anonymity like she did. One minute, no one knew her name, the next she’s on Killian's arm at charity galas.” Chloe arched a brow. “She was bound to spark curiosity.” Andrew nods, tipping his glass in agreement. Chloe laughs, hitting her glass with her manicured nail. “Aria Blake hid her identity pretty damn well. Almost too well. You think she was hiding just

They would not pass up the chance to obtain exclusive rights to turn my book into a film, especially Caleb Kingston. “Do they have an idea that I am J. W. Croix?” “No.” Was the prompt reply That made me exhale deeply. “Do you think it is high time I reveal myself to the fans?” There was uncertainty in my voice. As a person who values her privacy, I do not think that there will come a day when I have to expose myself to the public. I thought I could remain anonymous all through my writing career. “Your identity reveal would be good publicity for the newest book, and it would also pave the way for more opportunities in the future. This will also strengthen our foothold in the industry.” I mul

They automatically be wrapped on your fingers because unlike the privileged one, you leveled up and become the most special one, like a VIP or a CEO in a company, or being the brightest star. But one should know that a name must be written with the stars from the very start of a show, because if not then you'll be bombarded with questions and fierce glances. That's what happened to Blanche, instead of becoming a star like the specials, she became an asteroid, not one of them. Maybe Blanche took advantage of her position too much, or maybe she forgot to look back, like some others, she started on being an amateur, she started going down when she's already on the top.

Sophia slipped into the pulsing crowd, feeling a jolt of exhilaration as the music thrummed through her body. The heavy bass obliterated any chance of conversation, cocooning her in a blissful, anonymous haze. Here, amidst strangers, there were no labels, no expectations, and no whispered judgments about her family name. The weight of being an Connolly melted away, leaving her wonderfully untethered-if only for a while.

She hadn’t even known if she could make it on her own. But she had. For five years, she had worked tirelessly, pouring her soul into programming. Under the anonymous alias Cyborg, she had risen to global recognition. Clients who never knew her face begged for her expertise. She had built her career from scratch, brick by painful brick, until her name alone—though hidden behind a screen—demanded respect. And it was anonymity that kept her safe. No one knew who Cyborg really was. No one knew her face. That was the only reason she could walk freely now through this airport, her son beside her, without fear of recognition.

Cozy almost. And God, I hated that it kind of impressed me. Roman stuffed a few shirts into a bag, grumbling under his breath. “Awesome. Just awesome. Guess the cat’s outta the bag now.” He chucked the bag to the bed with more force than necessary. “I liked being anonymous. Now, I’ll have paparazzi lined up outside my freaking door. Couldn’t be better.” Leaning against the door, I crossed my arms. “You really think I had your ass tailed? As long as you’re associated with me, that’s not gonna happen. Comes with being famous; remember?”