Stories Anon Novels & Stories

The hotel room was dimly lit, the soft buzz of the TV in the background showing headlines that made Sonia’s stomach twist. “BREAKING: Secret Experiments Uncovered in Elite Academy Students Speak Out” “Daxton Cartel Network Tied to International Scandals” “Anonymous Student Hacker Leaks Vault of Evidence” The world was watching. But Sonia couldn’t bring herself to celebrate yet. She sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling through messages flooding her burner phone some from journalists, some from strangers, and one... from a number she hadn’t seen in years.

But Sophia wanted to flip the board. She sat down on the edge of the bed and unlocked her phone. She didn’t go to the burner account via the secure browser Selene had set up. That took too long. Instead, she opened I*******m on her secondary personal phone the one she used for "finstas" and lurking. She navigated to the DM requests of The City Insider, the blog that had broken the original story. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Anonymous: He’s lying. It wasn’t a hostile takeover. She wanted it. Look at this.

Not even subtle, I felt my grip tighten around my bag strap. Savannah let go of my hand and walked back. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Lori tilted her head innocently and looked straight at me. “You know. Scholarship girls. Temporary girls, basically ynonymous.” She commented. For a second, I got reminded how people disappeared inside schools like Westbridge. Through comments wrapped in fake concern. “You seem pretty invested in my relationship for someone who supposedly doesn’t care.” I held her gaze. “He’s never going to choose you.” I added.

Damn those gossips. “Hey! What’s the news?” Annalisa greeted me as she put her things on top of my table. “News, where?” I asked unconsciously because I had no idea what she was asking. I leaned my back against the back of the chair and looked at my friend. “This is it, the news? The feeling of being carried by a Su.lli.va.ño, a certain Aubree Lynn Corpez.” she said, grinning at me. I caught a glimpse of the other gossipmongers peeking at Annalisa and me, they’re going to gossip again, they’re getting the story wrong.

Anika’s P.O.V "The current trending news revolves around the lawsuit filed by Anika Rebecca Downs, the former owner and ex-heiress of ADOWNS, against the new owner, her ex-boyfriend of over four years, Richard Hale. This topic is making waves across various media platforms, with social media users actively sharing and discussing the information, creating a buzz in the country. We managed to obtain the court date, scheduled for next month, and many are eagerly anticipating the outcome to see if the case will be messy or not and-"

Please come. Basil’ The next one promised to be interesting. I knew the paper he used. ‘Lylia Jordin, or should I say Sky? You used a pretty good cover, but not enough to trick me. Two of my best boys died because of you. What a waste. Hope we’ll meet soon. Now I may have a couple of purposes for you.’ Vernon Allaway’ Bastard! He found my name, but does he know about Tamor? Probably. Maybe not all details though. I should tell my father to take care.

Thanks again for giving my story a chance and please don't forget to drop a gem or a comment on how you think things are going so far! s. Jones

“Coffee, sir.” "Thanks." Jordyn took his place next to Anthony and took a sip of his coffee. They have the same object to look at. Shanon. Her condition was better and she was sitting in front of the campfire with Sarah. They laughed and told each other jokes that only they knew. Shanon's palms held a mug. Guess it was hot chocolate. Anthony knew quite a few things about Shanon because of the business marriage. Shanon preferred chocolate to coffee. Shanon kept a stock of bitter chocolate in the refrigerator as a snack when her period came. Shanon liked sweet food, but when it came to chocolate, she preferred, and really liked, bitter chocolate. Apart from that, there were several other thing

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

Outside, the first major article went live with her partially visible face and a headline that would follow her for the rest of the week: *Damian Kingsley’s New Companion: Romance or Transaction?* And somewhere across the city, Victoria Ashford smiled at her phone and typed one more anonymous message. The real game had only just begun.