Igstories Anonymous Novels & Stories

There was the chance that someone might overhear us, so having people not know who we were was necessary. The moment the blackmailer entered the cafe, which was not much longer after us, I knew right away who he was. Even with his simple disguise, it was easy enough to tell who he was. Malak Rose, the one who had approached me the night when Kain had become a little possessive of me! He had wanted me to leave Lotus Pond and join his company instead, but we had turned him down.

He didn't know what we were safe from, only that our little world ended at the edge of the driveway and the beginning of the cliffs. I stood up and watched him run back toward the water. I had done it. I had built a life where he was healthy, happy, and entirely anonymous. The Hidden Stitch was now a global powerhouse in the niche luxury market, but my face had never appeared in a single magazine. I was a name on a contract, a voice on an encrypted line to Elias Thorne. I was a ghost with a bank account large enough to buy a kingdom, and a secret heavy enough to sink one.

He begged Isaac to believe that he didn't know anything more. But Isaac had to know who he worked for. The gag back on Isaac, Isaac heard the muffs of his tortured yelps as he inflicted pain on pain on him. And then, while he's barely even conscious, Isaac at last persuaded himself that he has no clue who he's working for. They've been smart enough to conduct operations through an anonymous portal on the dark web. Having disposed of Kevin's pitiful life, Isaac tossed his bloody knife onto the ground. And ringing a number into his phone, he instructed the clean-up crew to come on out.

For so long, she’d been a ghost inside her own life. Now the world was listening. And she was done hiding. She rose from bed, turned on the lamp, and opened her laptop. Her hands shook only once before steadying. She began to type. My name is Alina Voss. I’m not crazy. I’m not unstable. And I’m not the only one. Her story poured out in paragraphs — the charm, the control, the mask. She didn’t mention every detail; she didn’t have to. The truth was enough.

We sent twenty-three. Anonymous accounts created through encrypted services, messages sent to major television networks, national newspapers, crime bloggers with massive followings. Even two independent podcasters known for exposing corruption. “If something happens to us,” Asher said quietly as he scheduled the final batch, “the rest goes public automatically.” Talia looked at him sharply. “Nothing’s going to happen.” He didn’t respond, but he pressed confirm. And just like that, it was out. We watched our screens intently, admiring the work of our hands and making sure we hadn't sent it to the wrong people.

"I’ve synchronized the Phoenix network with a decentralized, unhackable blockchain. They can't delete what we’re about to upload. Once it's in the chain, it's eternal." Sophia didn't launch a clumsy frontal assault. Instead, she initiated "Transparent Humanity." Across every major social platform and news aggregator, a series of "Blind Stories" began to trend with viral ferocity. They weren't legal briefs; they were anonymous, high-detail accounts of "The Elite's Harvest." One narrative described an aging oil tycoon’s heart transplant harvested from a 'compatible' twenty-year-old intern who had "disappeared" on vacation; another detailed a Silicon Valley mogul’s attempt to map the neural pat

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

MISTI’S POINT OF VIEW – I was going on a coffee date with Ishan, he called me several times in the past week and finally, I agreed to go with him. I was choosing my dress but without any one's help and suggestion it was difficult, I did not tell anything about this date Sristi or Archana. Archana did not like Ishan I did not know why…. That's why I did not tell her anything about this date. Sristi did not know that my relationship with Arnab was already ended that's why I did not tell anything to her anything about my coffee date.

Hi all! A few things, Firstly, thank you so much for giving my latest/second story a chance! If you have followed me through my first story, The enemies around me, I appreciate your time and love that I can take you into the world of my imagination. If you are new, I appreciate you and thank you too. Secondly, a couple of people both on this story and my previous have asked if I have any social media... I have created an I N S T A account (I have to space it otherwise it's censored out) called its.almost.blue.