Mr Anonymous Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice breaking the silence. “Yes, I’m fine. Just tired. You know, it’s been a long night.” I lied, staring at the passing streetlights. I didn’t want to disturb Harry with my thoughts again tonight. “Okay.” He breathed out. I turned to face him. “You know, I didn’t hear anything about the owner of the company. Seems he didn’t attend,” I said, wanting to lighten up the mood. “He’s anonymous. Nobody knows who he is.” “Oh, I see.” I looked forward, wondering if I should ask him the question bugging me.

“Thank you, Mrs. Brown. I was not expecting to be hired so quickly. I haven't even had an interview yet.” Mrs. Brown chuckled softly. “Oh, dear, you don’t have to worry about that. We heard from a friend of ours that you are capable and perfect for this job.” “A friend?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Who was it?” “They prefer to remain anonymous. But one thing's for sure, they care about you,” Mrs. Brown said with a smile before leading me into the house. Anonymous. I knew it had to be Lisa. She had a strange way of always supporting me.

He looked flustered Anika stiffed a chuckle. Though she frowned immediately again. Christopher noticed and cleared his throat. "An anonymous man has decided to pay for his treatments." "What! Are you for real?" She did not leave his gaze, eyes shone in enlightenment. He nodded, shifting back a little. She would knock her head on his at this point if she jumped up in excitement again. "Yea. Although it's some dumb political drama, but I'm glad it'll at least get to favor Ryan. He should start the full treatment tomorrow."

"Trust makes people careless." Nyra folded her arms. "Can someone explain what is actually happening without speaking like characters in a mystery movie?" For the first time, Kaizen almost smiled. Anonymous's son looked amused. Anonymous simply replied, "Your father is stepping on my tail." Nyra blinked. "Your tail?" Kaizen looked at Anonymous. The Chairman's eyes darkened slightly. "Arclair doesn't know who I am. He doesn't know where I operate from and he certainly doesn't know that Nyra is here."

“You’re functioning. It’s not the same thing.” Ryan said nothing. He sat down at the table and scrolled through his messages again. Something new caught his eye. An anonymous message. No name. No avatar. Just one line: “You think you’ve won? I’m just getting started.” He stared at the screen, heart thudding. Chris leaned over his shoulder. “Anonymous?” Ryan nodded. “Could be a random troll. Could be Adrien.” Daniel frowned. “He’s not allowed on campus networks anymore. But he has money. He could buy access anywhere.”

She clearly needed the money, yet, here she was, acting so proud. “I’m Damien Salvatore, the CEO of Salvatore inc. and Ms. Hale, I think we have some things to discuss,” I glanced at the receptionist and handed her another card, a platinum one this time. “In the meantime, let’s get this issue resolved.” “I know who you are, Mr. Aiden. But the question is, what do you want?” “To help you, Ms. Hale. I don’t believe that a lovely woman like you should suffer.” “You’re the anonymous donor,” it was more like a statement than a question, but I nodded nonetheless. “Why?”

Unless, Misha lied this whole time about NOT telling his mother. Frowning, I ask the receptionist to print a full statement for all payments made on my mother’s behalf. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carter, but there isn’t enough time for me to fill your request today,” she apologized, informing me that it would take several hours to recall the documents as she pointed up at the clock that only had 3 minutes to spare. “But here is the receipt for today’s transaction.” The printed statement of the bill with the corresponding payment didn’t give me much more information. The account number for the card used was redacted, and above the black line in the place where the name should be said, “Anonymous Corpor

Damian said. "Is the person truly in this house?" Amara asked, she had also stopped eating. "It has been confirmed that the anonymous person is in this house, I'm one hundred percent sure Dr Damian," Ryan said. "Whoa!" Whoa exclaimed.

That alone was enough to ease the last lingering thread of unease inside me. Because I knew him. I knew Adrian. Neither of them would restrict themselves like that, not in the early stages of building something new. They would expand aggressively, but not… selectively like this. And then... My gaze caught something else. “The owner is anonymous,” I said. She nodded. “Yes. There’s no public identity attached to the company.” A small huff escaped my lips. For a brief moment, my mind wandered to the kind of people who preferred to operate in the shadows.

Bryan let out a deep breath and retorted. "I already did that boss." "So did you find out who was behind it?" Hero inquired with keen interest. "Actually boss, the person goes by the name Mr.Macaroni and he's anonymous. No picture or information about the person. We also couldn't trace the source," Bryan replied and Hero scoffed. 'Mr. Macaroni, such a ridiculous name! I wonder who that is' Hero mulled, before saying "When is then meeting?"