From Your Secret Admirer Novels & Stories

I frantically looked around me before returning my gaze to what was ok the bed. It's a bouquet of flowers. Who had come in to drop this?. I walk cautiously to the door and turned the knob. I had forgotten to lock it the previous night. I look down the hallway and seeing it empty closed the door. I walked over to the bed and pick up the flowers. There was a card attached to it. I took it and read. "Even though you're close to me, or a million miles away, you'd always remain in my heart. I will always think of you. And I will never let you go. Kisses from, Your secret admirer."

“Every time I touch you or kiss your lips, you become a tomato.” "Don't make it up!" “Apparently, you’re my secret admirer, huh? Is it because of these dazzling green eyes? Or maybe you always expect me to touch you?” Amber couldn’t stand the tease. She pushed herself out of the confine. Her panic made Adam laugh out loud. Without feeling guilty, the man let her go. "Where are you going?" "I want to sleep. Don't make any noise," Amber said curtly. In front of the wood heater, she lay down.

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After a while, she finally summoned the courage to text the mysterious man. [I'm sorry.] After a few minutes, a message came through. [Have you made your decision?] Vicky's two-worded message spoke volumes, and the mysterious man instantly knew what she meant. [Yes, I have.] Vicky replied. [It seems you have chosen Tyler, after all.] Vicky bit her lip, unsure of what to say, and could only apologize. [I'm sorry.] The mysterious man typed. [Is it because I didn't meet you today?]

‘I can see you desperately searching for me, You want to know who I am? It’s too easy, I’m right in front of you, But you can’t see me, You are blinded by trust, I’m closer than the voice ringing in your head, An enemy within, Oops, I said too much, Keep guessing wrong, It’s fun to see, A little advice, Don’t give up just yet, There are a lot of things you need to know, P.S, your secret lover.’ “Argh! This is driving me crazy! Who the fuck is this person and what do they even want from me?” I groaned as I slammed the paper on the table, gaining a bit of attention from people around our table.

I looked at his shirt and asked, “What’s the character like? Maybe I can give better feedback with a bit more context.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down so that I’m resting on him. Then his arms came up my back to keep me in his embrace as he said, “It’s a guy who can’t admit to his lover that he’s falling for her.” “Hmm? So you’re going to be a secret admirer?” I rested my cheek on his shoulder and stared out of the window at the passing buildings. “Is that what it sounds like?” “Well, if it isn’t, then why can’t he tell her the truth?” I asked, feeling frustrated on behalf of the character’s lover—for some strange reason.

I asked him, my eyes saucer-like. The stranger smirked and replied, "You keep running away from me, so I decided to bring you up in the air. This way, you will stop running." "I ask you again, who are you?" I said, looking down past the trees, realizing that if he instantly released me from his magic, I would have broken bones and ribs for sure. "I'm your secret admirer." The mysterious guy finally answered my question, much to my surprise. Speechless, I stared at him, not believing every word he said to me.

Adrian Pov The city is a blur of light and color as I drive, the Moscow traffic a slow, grinding beast. My phone buzzes with a new message, and I know without looking that it’s Leo. He’s been my rock, my confessor, the only one who knows the truth of my secret life. I pull over to a secluded park, the cold, winter air a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside me. I’m a man on the edge, a man who has made a deal with the devil. A deal I have no intention of honoring.

The message was brief: (You are mine now. I couldn't help but smile at the possessiveness of the message. What is this person talking about? I thought to myself. ‘You are mine now’ that's very weird. I don't even know the person so how would they claim me? .”I will take my leave now, ma'am. Enjoy your secret admirers” Gina teased, accompanied with a giggle.

“I’m being honest.” “You haven’t even met her.” “That’s not the point.” Father’s voice lowered. “What is the point then?” I looked out the window at the city lights. For a brief moment, an unfamiliar face crossed my mind. Golden eyes. A mysterious presence. Louve. I didn’t understand why the thought of her suddenly surfaced. But something about her had stirred a strange instinct inside of me—one I couldn't explain and definitely one I couldn’t tell my family about. “The point,” I said slowly, “is that the decision should be mine.”