He's Always Been Her Admirer Novels & Stories

Because of the humid weather, she was wearing a flimsy shirt that hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing her curves, which these men admired. But I am her biggest admirer. I was enjoying her timidity, weakness, and the way she was trying to hide her embarrassment, and I yearned to see more of it. I want to see her in every way before I claim her. I am sure she can feel my intense stares because she adjusts the collar of her shirt whenever her eyes flicker at me. But nothing is going to stop me now. It is just the beginning.... the cat and mouse game has just started!

she asked, unable to hold back the tears. "No, no," he murmured gently, embracing her and leading her back into the room. "I want nothing but your well-being. Haven't you noticed that I have always been an avid admirer of your beauty and everything you represent?" he commented, sitting on the bed next to her. "You? The Leblanc brothers are always so distant. How did you notice that in me?" "As you know, I'm not a very approachable man. I don't like getting involved with any woman, but I can try if it's with you," he murmured, getting closer each time, being a bit more daring in his touch.

He grinned when he heard whatever dirty thing she’d just said. I hardly knew Hades, so I couldn’t make assumptions about his character, but from what I was watching, he was like every other handsome and successful man. He was in the game indefinitely, never retiring his jersey. She was just another notch on his bedpost. But to her, she thought she’d won the jackpot.

He added, 'And with that,' he drew her in and claimed her lips. “Aishhh. What kind of a weird plot twist is this?” I say as I stare at the novel I’m reading from my iPad. “I thought he hated her from the very beginning. How’s this even possi…” “Brrrriiiiiinnnnnng!!” My alarm suddenly went off, pulling me back to reality. “Ughhh,” I screamed, looking for the alarm with my eyes still on the iPad to turn it off. I need five more minutes to finish the chapter I’m currently on.

His hand absentmindedly traced small circles against her side while he looked over the messages in her hand. “You’ve had offers?” “A few collectors are interested.” Pride softened instantly across his face. Not possessive pride. Admiration. Like watching her succeed genuinely moved him now. “You deserve it.” The sincerity in his voice warmed her chest quietly. God. There was something dangerous about being loved attentively after years of emotional starvation. It made every small tenderness feel enormous. Adrian pulled away only long enough to grab coffee before returning beside her again naturally. As though proximity to her had become instinct lately.

Even in his worst, it had always been her and her. Adrian leaned and tenderly pecked her forehead. After enduring those countless and painful days and nights, he had gotten to this moment where his heart could scream and feel that she was his. She had become his. Called it obsession or madness, for making her his, he was capable of crossing every limit of insanity. After kissing her forehead, he pulled back and started staring at her face like an obsessor at his obsession, insane at his sanity and a desirer at his desire.

She sniffed and hugged him tighter. "You were the moon in a sorrowful night, I will be a persistent astronaut, that would continuously fly to you and stay where you are." Her skin had ignored the cold drops and focus on his warmth. "You were that most ignored painting owing that you holds deeper meaning than their capacity. And I will be your greatest admirer that will appreciate your beauty, believe in what you show and trust every detail of your misconcepted quality." Then he started swaying slowly as if he was making a baby sleep.

“And you’re providing it?” “Trying. It’s more fun with a co-conspirator.” His gaze swept over her, appreciative. “You look stunning, by the way. That colour was always yours.” Always. The word hung in the air, a testament to a past I wasn't part of. How many times had he seen her? Complimented her? Known her? “Flatterer,” she said, but she was still smiling, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture that seemed suddenly, infuriatingly girlish. “I’m just trying to blend in with the wallpaper.”

I muttered again, louder this time, walking faster. My chest burned with every breath. He was courting her now. Of course he was. He was perfect, wasn't he? From the older pack. Trained. Respected. Charming. Everyone loved him. I’d seen the way he touched her hand during the check-up. Like it belonged to him.

Nathaniel. With Nathaniel, Haisley always thought of the worst side of him. Nathaniel, the cold one. Nathaniel, who didn't love her. Nathaniel, who didn't care about her. But no matter what, Nathaniel remained the man she admired. Over the years, that feeling hadn't changed; instead, it had grown larger, tightening its grip on her chest.