He's Always Been Her Admirer Novels & Stories

“You’re insufferable, you know that? Some kind of stubborn romantic—do you think this is endearing?” He smiled again—soft, unguarded, utterly lacking irony. “I don’t know. I don’t plan this. I just… I’d rather be here than anywhere else.” She turned, determined to erase his gentleness with a fierce glare, but he absorbed it with a kind of quiet fascination, reading the sadness beneath her rage. “I don’t need your pity,” she spat. “It isn’t pity.” “What, then?” Her voice was edged with both curiosity and anger. He hesitated, looking at her hair plastered against her forehead, the rain streaking delicate lines across her jaw. “Admiration.”

I stood straight and dropped my hand to my side, "We met again at the elevator just in the morning." "Have you tried telling her how you feel?" I wonder if he did. "Like I said, I just admire her---as a friend," he stopped. "Friend? "How is admiration not love nor infatuation. "Yeah, it started from the first time I meet her. Every time I see her, I always envision that she's in a crowd, a noisy crowd, but she's just there standing still, in that very same position. Darkness is engulfing her and for some reason, she didn't try to take a step out of it---" he stopped.

her? The image of that pest-like girl in his mind had always been that of a playful and haughty queen whose pride could blast through the roof. Her smarts and beauty made her proud, so much that it was already sometimes hateful. But she was not that bad as a person. When they had that talk at the Friendlies', he couldn't also deny that she was interesting to talk to.

She’s wearing pajamas while she approaches him. “You look beautiful.” He couldn’t help but admire her in his clothes. “Is it really alright?” She asked. He nodded. “Thank you.” Her smile was ever so charming. “You look gorgeous in my clothes.” He admired her more. “I will have to cut your alluring face off my mind.” She was puzzled but she flushed. **********

she tells me and walks inside After i had explained everything to her, she seemed to understand exactly where I was coming from "Oh i understand , i remember Jade and its been so long i saw her but why is she back here” she says and I shrugged "Well that’s her problem " I continue with my snacks and movie She sits beside me and i tell her of the guy i met today although she seemed skeptical about everything "I don’t think the secret admirer is Tristan, Susan" i tell her and she looked at me like i had grown five heads

"I know that she is beautiful. She wouldn't have given birth to a beauty like you otherwise." Her cheeks reddened even more. "You are just trying to flatter me." He shook his head. "I am not just trying to flatter you. You are indeed beautiful. Very beautiful." His gaze narrowed as he stared at her, as if he was trying to concentrate even more. He then sighed. "I am not lying at all, not even a single bit." She could hear the obvious admiration in his voice, and she felt her feel giddy all over. She then started walking and he followed after. "Can I ask you something personal as well?"

“I’m sorry—” “Wait.” He caught her hand. “I know you cherish him, Isadora. I’m not attempting to eradicate that. But possibly the adore he can offer isn’t the sort of adore you require any more.” Her confront tipped absent. Having never been adored, she wasn’t so beyond any doubt she had the right to be picky. “I don’t know sufficient almost adore to know how it’s assumed to feel.”

she felt his hot breath tingling her lips. He then parted her wobbly legs with his own, secrtely enjoying her warmth. Seven fucking months had passed but his want for her had not lessened a bit, on the contrary, it had only gotten more intense. He had missed her presence in his life. Her positivity, her exuberance, her sweet flowery scent that brightened his life up. She was astonishing but in a positive way. She was a perfect mixture of so many qualities. Stubborn but docile too, strong but vulnerable too, perfect but flawed too. And he unapolegetically adored each one of her flaw. In his life of thirty one years, he had never met someone like her, so slefless, so sweet, and he knew he woul

He is the only man she admired for a long time. He is the only man who helped her survive every day... He is the only man who made her happy... He is the only man who she secretly loves from afar. The handsome man in front of her was none other than... The superstar... Her darling superstar... Charles Adam! Charles Adam looked like a Greek god with his great physique. He was tall, had broad reliable shoulders, delicate fair skin, a tall pointed nose, luscious lips that were so tempting, mysterious eyes, and had perfectly sharp jawline.

Almost immediately, a look of annoyance spread across his features, earning a chuckle from me. "What's with that expression? She's hot, isn't she? You always pretend not to notice her." His admirer, or so I call Isabella's friend Olivia, so I would get a rise out of him. She had been following or more like stalking him for a few weeks, but for the last few days it had gotten worse and she hadn't done a discreet job of hiding it.