Igstories Anonymous Novels & Stories

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They wondered who it was—was it just one person or an entire organization? Bella didn’t reveal the investor’s identity, but she did tell everyone that it was just one person—there was no other investor involved. From the very beginning, Levi hadn’t said invested in her project. He’d anonymously invest in it. So it wasn’t that Bella couldn’t tell everyone who the investor was—it was just that his identity had been anonymous from the start, and she would keep it that way.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

PERFECT COVER It was lunch break, I spotted Flora and Brian were seriously conversing at our spot in the Cafeteria. Tyler had come up with a plan concerning the whole Anonymous message thing.... I was going to ask Brian for help but I was not going to reveal anything, my sexuality or the main issue. I didn't want to lose my friends or get exposed. My perfect Image had to stay unstained. "Hi, guys." Both looked up almost at the same time.

--- They never did tell the world everything. The Ledger was never advertised. No campaigns. No hashtags. Just a quiet presence online, disguised as a nonprofit research project on intergenerational trauma. But the entries came. Slowly. Then faster. From every continent. Anonymous or signed. Some angry. Some shaking. Some so honest they hurt to read. Bianca and Sofia curated them together. Never changed a word. Just cleaned up typos and placed them in the correct section. One morning, they received one labeled “Vault #2 Survivor.”

she told the guy who led her here. He didn't grunt instead he just went closer and started to remove the guy’s shirt and that’s when Lucius entered the basement. When the shirt was off, Ivy smirked at the abs displayed, “nice abs but that wasn’t the reply I was hoping for” she said and inched the iron closer. “No !, please I am telling the truth !” the man yelled as the iron inched closer to him. “I am telling the truth, the person was anonymous!, the only name I know is C. C that's name” he yelled again.

“My name is Rhonda Vons. Uhm… I am a native of this city, but I moved away for a few years. I have now returned. I have been coding since I was a teenager, and I have quite a few groundbreaking projects.” One of the employees raised his hand to speak, and I nodded in acceptance. He was blonde and had green eyes. “We have been told about you even before you arrived, and I looked you up. But I could not find anything that elated to you having any projects at all, talk more of… groundbreaking,” he said bluntly. A smile touched my lips as I replied to him. “That is because I have been working anonymously for several years.” “If we do not have proof, how are we to trust that you can lead us right

Camellia met with Alia in a soundproof side room after the last session. Alia looked nervous. “They’re watching everything.” “I know,” Camellia said. “That’s why we’re doing this off the books.” She handed Alia a chip drive. “What is it?” “Proof of where the 200 anonymous claims actually came from.” “And?” Camellia’s voice dropped. “They’re not internal whistleblowers.” “Then who?” “Ghost accounts traced back to… Hale.”

The word unsolved sat there like an accusation no one was brave enough to say out loud. The third was not an article at all. A forum thread. Anonymous users. Half of them dismissed as conspiracy theorists, the other half eerily consistent. Someone claimed their uncle worked security for one of her estates and quit after a week. Another said she brokered a private ceasefire between rival syndicates after a dinner in Monaco. No proof. No denials either. Just silence where noise should have been. They just kept pouring in. There were so many that I had to convince myself I had seen enough. Enough to understand the pattern, enough to know that curiosity here was a dangerous thing. She had power.

I wanted to find whoever put that bag in her locker and snap their hands off. "Okay, here is the crazy plot twist!" Zeke shouted, slamming his palm onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot, making Ivory jump. "This individual? He is a ghost, Dan. He is one of those dark web bottom feeders. They take any job...framing kids, wiping servers, whatever as long as the crypto clears. Completely anonymous." I stopped pacing and stepped over to Zeke, loitering over his shoulder. I didn't care about the guy's resume. "I need a name, Zeke. Now."