Remain Nameless Ao3 Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The helplessness of wanting something so badly and having no control over getting it. Then I closed the email tab. And opened a different document. The file was titled “Untitled Document 3” because I wasn’t creative with file names. But inside was something I’d never admit to anyone…not even Aria. My secret project. My guilty pleasure. My completely mortifying hobby. I wrote eroticas.I posted under the username “MidnightConfessions” on a fiction site. I wrote whenever I got inspiration. And lately? Inspiration was hitting me hard and frequently.

please just incase, let me keep you updated. Oh.and, this particular book would end in a rather disturbing way so don't sweat it. Am planning to give HDL a perfect ending in DANCING IN FLAMES. Ok guys... my book Slayer of the demon race have recently been transfereed to W******L so you can check it out my penname: Guilty4 you might want to check out my other books there. I am hoping on W******L to contract me as soon as.possible.

The rejection is burning in my chest like a swallowed cup of acid. I'm the only one who knows Ronan is an Omega, and also the only one who knows she is drowning herself in chemicals to mask what she's not, and the fact she's my mate. Behind the door, something crashes to the floor. “Rhea?” I slam my hand against the door. “Rhea!”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

I can smell damp leather, disinfectant, and the acrid scent of fear. Not mine—that of others. Outside, the sky is a dirty gray. The clouds stretch like a scar across the world. Fine rain splatters against the window, a steady murmur, almost tender. I stare at that trickle of water sliding down the mesh, like a thread between two realities: theirs and mine. I no longer have a name. They call me "inmate 4382-B." But among themselves, in the corridors, I've heard another word whispered, softer, crueler:

“What you did today… that was brave of you.” I blink, turning my head toward him. “Thank you for acknowledging that.” A small smirk plays on his lips. “I saw that brave Viola I used to know.” I smile a little. Silence stretches between us again. Then, after a long pause, Logan asks, “What you said to Cameron… about being a writer. Is that true?” My throat tightens. Nobody knows the truth. Nobody knows that I’m Shortstuff001, the anonymous author of Who Was I Before You?—one of the most popular web novels.

“She can’t go back. You know that, right?” “I know.” “So what now?” I looked at her—this successor. This echo of possibility. “We give her a name,” I said. She smiled, like she’d been waiting. “Not Athena,” I added. “That’s his name. His frame. We erase that.” “Then what?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because I knew. She was mine. So I whispered the name I had buried long ago, the one no system ever recorded, the one I stopped using when the war began:

"You were the first person you removed." "Stop." "You didn’t lose your name because someone took it." "Stop." "You gave it up." The woman struck Eliane across the face. Malric caught Eliane before she could fall. Darius moved forward, but Luna raised a hand. The Nameless woman stared at what she had done. Her hand trembled. Eliane straightened. "Why?" The woman looked towards the burning books. "Because I thought a person without a name could never be owned." Silas approached slowly. "What was it?"