Igstories Anonymous Novels & Stories

This is about control—and right now, I have it. I tell my parents I will mostly be in my room all day, doing my final year project write-up. But that's far from the truth. I obviously can't tell them I will be masturbating to p**n videos while thinking about Mr Reid and so I will need privacy and no interruption during the process. I lock my door and lie on my bed, finger fucking myself with one hand, and covering my mouth with the other as I moan quietly, twisting and rolling my hip, touching my plump breasts as I call out his name quietly, anticipating my meeting with him tonight.

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

What the hell had he gone and done this time for her to save his name like that? Maybe it wasn’t even the same Blake. It could just be a coincidence that she happened to know another Blake other than the one she helped at the police station. She picked up the phone and rejected the call. Then she dropped it back into the console: “To answer your question,” she said, refocusing on me, “I run an anonymous forum where people can post information or theories without their identities becoming known. In other words if a digital dead drop for whistleblowers.” “And that’s how you got the information about my parents?”

A little patience would not hurt anyone. *** Viola thumbed through the file that was lying open in front of her and smiled. She was about to use her winning power. She picked up her phone and created a pseudo-I*******m account, and when she was done, she texted ‘the inquirer.’ It was an anonymous I*******m account that leaked information often considered confidential to the public, and most of the time, the information leaked was true. “Hello, I have some news about Alpha Jethro and his girlfriend.”

Editor May’s legs went weak, and she could barely stand. Kilian quickly made a round of calls, then shrugged. “They said it came from an anonymous account.” Editor May felt a flicker of hope. Ella’s gaze swept casually over her. “But…” Kilian dragged out the word. Editor May’s knees buckled again; sweat dripped from her forehead. Kilian continued, “Even anonymous accounts have IP addresses. And the rival company transferred money to this account.” Editor May’s face visibly drained of color. “The IP used to send the email is traced to Everest Residence, North City. Who in our company lives there?” Kilian’s eyes sharpened.

She felt a surge of grim satisfaction fill her and then she pressed down on the key, sending the email directly to the 'anonymous' CEO of Hush Haven. Irene Colette- the CEO of Hush Haven's identity has been kept anonymous since Hush Haven came into business. The gossip company rushed to fame a few months after it launched, many people suspected that the owner was a part of the elite society called the Illuminati, but no one really cared because they were always waiting to see their weekend gossip. Hush Haven's always compiled gossip and scandals from the beginning of the week till the end and then they post it on all platforms on Saturday.

“Yes, you are. May I ask who’s calling?” “Who I am doesn’t really matter,” A smile graced her lips as she spoke, knowing fully well of the storm that was going to brew in Rodrigo’s plans once she dumped her ‘anonymous’ tip to the journalist she was speaking with. “What matters is the story I have for you.” Silence took over the other end for a few seconds. “Can I at least have something to address you with?” “Nica, will do.” “Okay, Nica. What type of story are we talking about here?”

He was that shifted but he didn't just give himself enough credit. "Who sent you to put up those posters of Ariana?" "Who the fuck is Ariana?" He started fidgeting.``i don't know her." "Who the fuck sent you?" "I don't know, okay. I just needed the money, someone just gave me the posters and asked that I put it up. I was paid upfront and it was from an anonymous aaccount.so i don't know who owns it or who needed me to do that. Please! I'm talking the truth."

Maverick chuckled as Whitney's face revealed a horrified look. Drugs again!!! Those couples will surely go to hell for putting her in this condition. ***** “Sir, Mr. Anonymous wants to see you.” Owen looked up as one of his subordinates came in to inform him of the arrival of a new visitor in the company. He still can't get over the shock that a stranger bought the shares just like that. “Why are you calling him anonymous? Doesn't he have a name? And I'm not ready to see anyone,” Own retorted.

"A person I trusted took that collection, removed my name from every document, presented it as someone else's work. That person's collaborator accepted an international award for it six weeks ago in Paris." Nobody moved. "I could not prove it through standard channels," I said. "Not because the evidence didn't exist but because the people involved had enough resources and enough reach to slow any process I tried to initiate." I looked around the room. "So I built Lia Hart. An anonymous identity. A new portfolio. Work that came from the same place Aurora came from because it comes from the same person." I held the room steadily. "I submitted it to every context that mattered. I built a case t