From Your Secret Admirer Novels & Stories

Either We get married or not. That was so confusing. "What are you saying??" "I am saying that I transferred this house paper and this house is now all yours. it's just a small wedding gift." "But shouldn't you be telling me this secret on our wedding night??" I curiously asked

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”

Jenna POV “It was not you? Hmmm I wonder who my secret admirer is?” I tease Adam. I was a little uncomfortable receiving flowers from an unknown source, but it was probably very innocent, and I was not going to worry about it. Adam on the other hand was not impressed. “How can you be so nonchalant after what you have been through?” he demands.

a sheer teddy that would hug my curves like a second skin, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings. My face heated as whispers rippled around me. Tucked inside was a note. “Wear this tonight. Meet me at the rooftop bar after work. Your Secret Santa.” No name, just that command. Fear knotted my stomach, but a forbidden thrill stirred lower, making my thighs clench. “Whoa, Holly, that's bold,” my coworker Sarah said, eyes wide. “Secret admirer?” “I... I don't know,” I stammered, shoving the lingerie back in the box.

When I saw the text message, I almost screamed. From: Secret admirer (Soon to be husband) YES, I’m saying yes to you. “You’re really taking this seriously??” I said, hands on my hips. “Why not? You know I really feel he’s my soulmate,” she said, giggling. “Ahhh!! God help my delusional friend, I’m going to die from this!!” I cried, burying my face in the pillow, regretting ever giving her number away. We were interrupted when someone knocked on our door.

I reluctantly opened the letter as both of them literally pushed their heads inside my locker to read it. "Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret." Maybe this is why I want to be your secret and admire you from afar. The distance is bearable as long as you smile while reading these little messages. Have a good day Dear Astraea. ~Secret Admirer. "The Lover's Watch by Aphra Behn." Miranda spoke quietly. "What ?" "The quote is from that book Emily." I explained. "Classic quotes on each love letter. He is a nerd like you Rae." Emily patted my shoulder, feigning sympathy for me.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

“A secret admirer.’ Came the reply and she sat back, her body hot with exhilaration, the blood pumping through her veins. A SECRET ADMIRER? Tara smiled to herself. She was not Silly Tara after all. Someone out there had noticed her, had heard her playing the piano, and called her Beautiful! With a dimpled smile, she settled onto the bed, lying on her stomach as she continued the conversation. * Now Tara had a secret. And she was as pleased as punch. Her family, with all the chaos that was constantly going on around them, would never notice her; someone outside the family circle had seen her and had fallen in love with her. Her little head churned up fantasies as she typed away cheerfully. *

“Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.” I couldn't believe what she was reading. Was this a bad joke? I looked for a name, signature or pseudonym, but there was no information about the person who had sent it to me. Apparently I had a secret admirer. Why so much mystery if