Remain Nameless Ao3 Novels & Stories

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.

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I had an incredible time writing that novel, and I sincerely hope you'll enjoy it as much as this one. This isn't goodbye. It's simply "see you in the next story." Oh, and one more thing! If you'd like to keep in touch, I recently created a F******k account. You can find me by searching Nayko Ayasame. I'd be so happy to connect with you there. Thank you again for every read, every comment, every vote, every gift, and every moment you've spent with me and the Blackwood family. I hope we'll meet again very soon.

Katerina asked. Dawn glanced at them. Except for Aria and Valerie, none of them knew about it. “That—coz I’m the Author?” She said in a small voice. Silence. “WHAT?!” It was at this moment when Aria and Valerie brought the books she gave them and took out a pen. “What are you guys doing?” Annalise asked. “Author’s signature—.” Valerie said. “Do you mind?” “Course not..” Dawn signed the books using her pen name. Aurora Salcedo.

And in the forgotten sanctum of the Moonblind, a being older than flame opened a sealed tome. The pages whispered names: Seren. Sirelia. Kael. Elara. And one name not yet spoken aloud: Ashanai. A name meant to stay buried. But the Crownless War had no interest in silence. And so the world kept burning. Not toward destruction. Toward truth.

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

There was no point; I won't turn back. *** The girls were still playing dress-up when I got back, so I threw myself into something else I'd been neglecting these past few weeks. ANONYMOUS is my safe space. A group of men and women who don't know each other beyond the keyboard but share basically the same drive to eliminate the dregs of society from whichever corner they're hiding out in.

The two characters' names were Angie and Aurora, and the events in the novel were identical to what they had done. What exactly was going on? Why did it feel like their story was being written? "Now you understand why I asked you to read it? How could this be happening?" Angie said. "Who is this author?" Aurora immediately checked the author's profile and her other books, but they were all just ordinary novels. The two of them began to panic. The things they had done had somehow been written into a book, and it happened to be a book Angie had been reading for a long time.

Why did I never realize that she loved me? I took a deep breath trying to ease the agony in my heart. I opened the website Alice had sent me. Manuela's pseudonym was Cris Sá. She had several stories published and I opened one that caught my attention by name. —My perverted doctor—. I remembered that its protagonists were based on me and felt anxious to start reading.