Stories By Anonymous Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters: “I’m twenty, and I don’t know anything about sex. I just got my first boyfriend, and I want to be ready before I lose my innocence. But I’m too shy to ask anyone. So I’ve been listening to a podcast where women talk about their intimate experiences. These are their stories, written down in my own words, so I’ll never forget them.” Chloe’s lips parted slowly. So it wasn’t just a diary. It was like a treasure chest of confessions, each one borrowed from real women who had once bared their souls on a podcast. The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page.

This story is writing itself. The title above reality glowed brighter. And then new words appeared beneath it. Words no one had written. Words no one had chosen. Words emerging directly from reality itself. The Story stared. The Question stared. The Beginning and the Ending stared. Even the ocean of stories grew still. Then the sentence completed itself. The new title read: THE REAL STORY BEGINS HERE AUTHOR: UNKNOWN For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then another line appeared beneath it. A dedication. Just six words.

( Leon's POV ) The HMB group did its best to make that book disappear from the market. The author was anonymous and although it was written beyond his time, Master Sean persisted an investigation about it. So to keep my word, I reprimanded Tobby in front of everybody. He was already crying while I was explaining that that story was pure fiction. “That was only a story. It’s absurd. "

With a quizzical look on her face, she made a guess, “You got yourself a boyfriend when I was not around?” "No!" Lucy blushed. She hit the woman in the shoulder, “Don’t speak nonsense! He’s a friend.” “Oh.” Nathan nodded. Seeing he had no plans to introduce himself or come over, Lucy helplessly turned to Aura. “His name is Nathan Garcia. Remember the major contributor of our latest horror story compilation?” A flash of surprise appeared in the woman’s eyes and she exclaimed, “I see! So he’s the anonymous author!” Respect danced in Aura’s eyes and if her leg was not only injured and plastered, she would have jumped down from the bed already and shook hands with Nathan. Nonetheless from her po

This time, this production of director Li was estimated to fight internationally for recognition and awards. The author of the story was none other than the famous writer 'Enigmatic YQ'. The author was truly an anonymous one. Even though no one knew of the gender of the author, or the belonging and nativity, everyone was smitten by his works, nonetheless. Till now, this author has only written 5 works out of which 3 were about brutal gang life and gang love, while one was horror. This book was the only book he had written purely about love with some mysterious emotions.

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

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 questioned Gregory “Well, I didn’t hear about it, I read about it in this old journal I found. I wasn’t sure if it was you Esther, but when I saw you, I noticed you matched the description in the journal perfectly.” “Maybe it was an ancestor.” I offered “I guess that could be a possibility, have you heard of anybody in your family being a part of such an organization?” Gregory questioned “I don’t believe I have, but I’m very interested in seeing this journal, it sounds fascinating” Esther paused “did you happen to bring it with you?” “As a matter of fact, I did, it’s in the luggage that was delivered to my room.” “Do you know the author?” I questioned “No unfortunately not, it was written

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