Romans & histoires Igstories Anonymous

“Before I got into the academy, I heard rumors about students who got expelled under mysterious circumstances and their families that tried to complain but got nowhere.” “Exactly, which is why we need to find evidence and testimonies from those people. We collect them, and we make sure everyone sees them.” “But how?” Ria asks. “We create an anonymous platform,” I reply. “It's going to be a blog where students can share their stories without fear of retaliation.” “An anonymous blog?” Ria's tone is skeptical. “Will anyone actually pay attention to that?”

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?

Surprisingly this is also my most viewed and favoured story. ALSO, the book cover was made but the amazing Anuta Ruban, her Instagram is @annrubann

Everything looks secure. But my AI is never wrong. Just as I finish my diagnostics, a new message appears on the top of the screen from an anonymous writer. Their username is blank, and their image is a dark circle. How did they get the password to this server? Angry and curious, I open the mysterious message.

"Oh, you're good, you're really good. What do you think this is? A cheesy soap opera?" "Please," I said, desperation creeping into my voice. "Don't do this to him." "I didn't do this, you did," she said, her voice icy. "It's your name that's going to be on the front page of the magazine. May I remind you that I'm the anonymous victim that was interrogated by a shameless journalist regardless of the signs of PTSD I showed? You're not going to win this. Give it up already. That story is coming out, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." She paused, like she was about to hang up, and then spoke again. "Oh, right, before I forget. If I see you anywhere near Declan, he's going to know all ab

“You think money makes you our equal?” “No,” I said. “But it keeps me out of your reach.” *** Once home, I pulled up my DMs and opened the anonymous user’s account. Guest 9271. No name, no videos, no profile picture… just a ghost. I opened up the chat and sent him a message. Me: Thank you. I don’t know who you are, but I’ll repay you. GUEST_9271: No repayment. Me: I can’t accept this from a stranger.

For the spoiler of the story! My ID:- that_hidden_girl_9

“I’m done having lunch with Mr. Anonymous. You want to tell me something? Say it now. Over the phone. Like normal people.” There was a pause on the line—short, but heavy. Then, quietly: “I’m a writer.” I blinked. “A writer,” I repeated slowly, more to myself than to him. “As in... books?” “No,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, even though he sounded nervous. “Well—sometimes. But mostly I write stories for brands. People. Companies. I help them find their voice. Sometimes under my name. Sometimes not. Depends.”

Liam explained. Keanu imagined how significant the case must have been at the time; surely, the perpetrators were powerful people with substantial wealth. But the role of the man behind the anonymous account must not be underestimated either—he must have had everything necessary to uncover the tightly sealed crime until it was finally revealed. "Is that person still around?" Jarvey asked. "The anonymous account owner?" "Yes, he's still in good health and now lives in Switzerland, spending time with his beloved dog and wife. He no longer wants to be disturbed, but he provided these files because he wanted to help with your thesis," Liam answered.