Igstories Anonymous Novels & Stories

I am so going to miss them. My eyes focus on the app, Beaver, the anonymous app where you can say your point and no FBI will come barging down your door. I scroll through my profile. My ID- Deevy231. I have 1k followers after I gave my opinion about senator Michings. Should I post what Kamila told me? No one will know it was me anyway. I began to type-

“No, I mean my real name. ‘Sky’ is a pseudonym as ‘Lylia’ is.” Their jaws dropped. Except for Tamor. “You knew?” “Just that ‘Sky’ isn’t the real one. You thought a bit too long the first time I asked for it.” “So what is your name then?” Jade questioned. “Lilith” There were a few moments of silence. As we processed information. “There is more.” I finally decided to confess to them. I told them everything about that horrific night. Highlighting the red eyes of my tonight’s intruder. “This can’t be the same male.” Tamor reasoned, ”The previous one would rather kill you.”

“What is this?” Markus pointed to a page. “The gossip blog that first spread the story is linked to an anonymous account. That account used an IP address from a luxurious downtown apartment.” Adrian’s eyes sharpened. “Who owns that apartment?” Markus swallowed. “Cassandra.” Silence hit like a blow. Adrian froze in his chair, as if the world had stopped spinning. “Cassandra?” his voice hoarse with disbelief. Markus nodded slowly. “I don’t have direct proof she wrote it. But all the digital traces lead there.”

“I know you’d be more interested in Lisa. She doesn’t appear on the news because her interviews are done by her Assistant. Lisa is like an immortal who hates the affairs of the world but you mustn’t underestimate her. She’s very deep into the business world and if I must be honest, she’s a better genius than you. Recently, she’s been destroying companies and making them go bankrupt before buying them. Anamika whipped her head up with her pupil enlarging. “She’s Anonymous?” “Yes, she’s the ruthless Anonymous. You’re in grave danger, Mika and the only way to stand up against those two families and Lisa is to have a strong backing. Ash cannot be your backer because his father holds more power t

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."

Top contributors: - Lucas Stone: $200,000,000 (anonymous) - Jane Doe: $180,000,000 - John and Emily Chen: $250,000 - The Johnson Corporation: $200,000 Lucas looked up from his wine, his eyes following my gaze. He realized what I was looking at. Then I turned to look at him wide-eyed. “Fucking idiots,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Anonymous means you don't add the person's name." “I know,” I giggled, unable to contain my amusement. He stared at me, and suddenly I didn't know what to do, how to act, or how to look at him. I was shy!

Sometimes healing doesn’t need a fix. Sometimes it just needs a pause. That night, Ryan uploaded his first anonymous blog post to the campus bulletin site: “The people who say they love you might just want to own you. And the people who seem like enemies might be the ones who see you clearly. I’m not telling this story to expose anyone. I’m telling it so no one else has to stay quiet.” And that’s when the messages started rolling in. One. Then ten. Then fifty. From students. From strangers.

~ ~ ~ Three hours after setting up the hosting domain, backend security, and easy navigation of the web pages, we finally have a blog website. It is clean, professional, and completely anonymous. The header reads: CONSCIENTIA INSTITUTUM: Truths and only truths. Below that, there's a simple mission statement: This is a platform for students to share their true experiences with injustice, corruption, and abuse of power within the Lycan Royal Academy. All submissions are anonymous. All stories deserve to be heard. “This is amazing,” Suzy smiles after reading the words over my shoulder. “It looks legitimate and very official.”

I liked watching without being watched. So I opened a new tab. How to view I***a*gram stories without being logged in. The answers were… garbage. I needed an account. So I made one. It was supposed to take two minutes. It took ten. I*******m now wanted everything short of my blood type. “Choose a username,” the screen demanded. I typed notyourbusiness001. Taken. Of course it was. jhateapps. Taken. ceo. ghost. Taken.

that I haven’t thought about myself. If this were really some W*****d kind of shit I’m in, then there must be something drastic to happen. However, when? What should I do? Yes, I’ve read fanfics about these kinds of stuff. But, I’m not them. I’m just an average human being. There’s nothing outstanding about me… If someone were to read this story, they’ll probably give up on the first few chapters. I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life?