Romance Anonymous Novels & Stories

Or maybe… I’m just the unlucky exception. So yeah… after Dante, I gave up on men. Especially the charming ones. Especially the powerful ones. Especially the ones who thought good dick could excuse bad behavior. And Unfortunately, Elise’s idea of healing didn’t involve therapy. It involved lashes, leather, and a ride to the most exclusive club in the city, Noir. "You need to remember what it’s like to be wanted," she said, tugging the zipper up the back of my dress like she was sheathing a weapon. "Let someone make you forget your own name for one night."

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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Alana hugged her back warmly, feeling a comforting sense of home in her aunt’s arms. Once they settled in the cozy living room, Alana shared her news with a soft smile. “I got married, Aunt Rosalie. To Roman Ashford.” Rosalie’s face lit up with pure joy, her hands clapping together in delight. “Ryan explained the situation to me. That’s wonderful! But why didn’t you invite me to the wedding, darling?” “It was a flash marriage,” Alana explained gently. “We wanted something private and quick. There simply wasn’t time for invitations or a big celebration.”

“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 stood up on her feet and kept pacing back and forth around her bed when her phone screen suddenly lit up with a smile she quickly rushed towards it and checked where the message was from seeing it was anonymous her lips lit up with a smile. She quickly examined the message but what she saw got her confused she was expecting feedback but she saw a next message of a location where she was asked to come to. “[Why do we need to meet!?] Bianca texted back unhurriedly. [Just come to this location and stop asking questions] The anonymous texted back rudely. [But We’ve never met for the past 50 years so why now!?] Bianca texted back. But this time she got no response from the anonymous.

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

A week before the day he told me he have a project~ I got an email that says they want a final plot, outlines and ending of the story that the director will put up in the series. This director has been contacting me to do the scriptwriting for them, normally directors will share ideas of what they are imagining as well but he put all his trust in me. I wrote a Romance genre type of story that I know viewers will enjoy, I wrote one already. If there is one thing that my readers loved about me- it was the quality of my work. Before I revealed myself to them, I started as an anonymous one named 'Miss A', the A stands for Anica and Author. I know it was too normal and plain to be noticed but som

I would just go ahead to tell you who I am but where's the fun in that? But I'm promising you something. Soon you will know who I am. And you will be mine. And I'll never let you go. I love you(yes I know it's a strong word but I'm absolutely sure of it) Yours sincerly, love anonymous. p.s : your sport wear shots is too short I would love if you wore the tracksuit... I blinked once. Then twice, then again and again and again in shock. Someone wrote me a love letter?