Stories Anon Novels & Stories

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

“How about Masos?” I smiled. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” After texting the place to Lucian, I went back to lying on Reese’s thighs. “Have you told Zayn the place?” “Mhm. He should be heading down any minute now.” I made a humming sound, turning my focus back to my phone. It felt like such a long time since I’d last spoken to Anon. After the files they sent me, I hadn’t gotten any other text since then. Were they waiting for me to act? Watching for what reaction I’d have next after going through it? Or maybe they had some sort of expectations…

Mr. Yusuf's assistant sighed before saying there was news attacking the company. "That's it sir, bad scandalous news attacking the company," said the assistant. "What news?" asked Sonia. "The secretary saw it on the gossip accounts," replied the assistant. Sonia picked up her cell phone, she grinned as she looked at her phone. Sure enough, many messages and emails from unknown people came to her phone. She read one by one the messages that cornered her, a lot of anonymous emails that blasphemed her.

She could acknowledge her alpha’s bad attitude but smooth it over with the idea that everyone was entitled to those. Racheal nodded and sipped her coffee. “Well, then, I guess you’re right. So, Anais, tell me about yourself,” she continued. Anais was a little taken aback. First of all, there had never been anyone who wanted to talk to her enough to ask her those questions to get to know her, and furthermore, there was nothing to tell that the media hadn’t already told the entire nation. She shrugged again. “There’s not much to tell, really. The news pretty much covered everything.”

- "Any calls, Ansen?" Sebastian asks as the eccentric man approaches him at the entrance of his office. "A lot, sir," Ansen announces nervously and Sebastian nods, but follows up with a flippant shrug. "There was a call from Patrick Salazar from Akel Media." Ansen informs Sebastian who shakes his head in aggravation. "I told him if he wanted a story, he should either get his ass down here, or publish some slander on his blog like he usually does." Ansen finishes and Sebastian's eyes narrow making him fidget in agitation.