From Your Secret Admirer Novels & Stories

I replied, looking up from the stack of papers on my desk. "There's a delivery for you." She walked in and placed a large bouquet of flowers on my desk. "These are beautiful. Who are they from?" I asked, admiring the arrangement. "It says, 'For a gorgeous woman, who deserves all the happiness in the world. I hope these flowers bring a smile to your face. Have a great day.' Signed, A Secret Admirer," Mina read from the card. "A secret admirer, huh? How romantic." I couldn't help but smile, feeling flattered by the gesture.

I glance down at the letter, opening it carefully. Meet me at Trattoria Rossi tonight at 9 PM. —Your secret admirer I blink, staring at the note. A secret admirer? Really? What is this, a romance novel? Stevie, of course, is instantly curious. “Ooooh, what’s that?” she asks, peeking over my shoulder to read the letter. “A secret admirer? That’s so cliché it’s kinda cute.” I shake my head, suspicion creeping in. "I don’t know… something feels off about this." My mind starts spinning through the possibilities, but nothing adds up. Who would send me something like this? And why now?

“Sorry, can’t risk it.” She gasped at that, “How did you know I’d say that?” she frowned “Secret…” She looked more amused than anything, but curiosity was rolling off her in waves, “This is blackmail, but okay, I’ll be your Valentine.” She answered, barely able to conceal her excitement. “Thank you, beautiful!” Aria laughed out loud, “You’re welcome Mister Bear and thank you for the flowers, they’re gorgeous.” The bear gave a little curtsy at that and clicked play on the tablet once again.

"Happy birthday dear,Amaira.Wishing you a day as lovely as your smile .And a year as bright as your personality. I hope you like my small efforts .And I hope I could be a reason of bring a smile on your face at your special day. I know you must be wondering who I am.So let me tell you ,I am coming to meet you soon.Wait for me. Your secret admirer" Her expression went from surprise to joy in a blink of an eye. "Is he really going to come in front of me?"Amaira mumbled to herself,there was a hint of excitement reflecting on her face. **************

He said and gave a kiss on my cheek "Unbelievable" "Of course.. and do you like the memo?" "Reminds me a lot.." "Thank you my Secret Admirer.. Can't wait to have you 24/7" He smirked and kissed me again The End

The text says You're the reason why I have sleepless nights, you're the reason why I tend to hold my pillow tight. And you're the reason I can't sleep without saying goodnight. Remember to put me in your dream and make that dream INTENSE. * from your secret admirer * I blushed when reading the text, who could it be?. Abby and Laila notice my smile while reading the text so they came closer and took the phone from me. "aww, who is this charming secret admirer" they awed after reading the text and gave me back my phone.

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

So Ryan pulled away so I could keep my bag and books in my locker except for what I needed for my first class. “Ryan It’s been two months, you know? I’m horny, and I want you in me.” I whine. The bell for the start of class decided to go off right at that moment. “How about we meet at our secret place after your first class, which I presume is your only class for today?” He asks. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll meet you after class then. And please be on time.” I agree, giving him one final hug before turning to leave. “My cock will already be up waiting for you even before you get there,” he said while smacking and squeezing my ass.

I keeps things simple, yet truthful. “Look at you, having secret admirers.” She sing songs. “Any ideas who this mystery person could be?” She leans forward in her chair and props her hands under her chin, excited to hear of this new development in my (thought to be comatose) love life. “It’s not a secret admirer.” I try to brush her off. “Oh, so it’s a known admirer?” She retorts.

Tom sent Leila a last-minute text from the bustling streets of New York, on his way to a job interview. She replied with a quick message of luck, but conveniently left out any mention of her adventures. Leila couldn’t deny it any longer - her daydreaming version of events simply didn’t add up. The truth was staring her in the face like a dead body in a drawing room. And as she pondered how to break the news to Tom, she couldn’t help but think that sometimes ignorance is a bliss.