Message To A Secret Lover Novels & Stories

So please accept my gift, let me help you unwind To remind you that your wounds will never be left unattended And the hope that these gifts will relax you; body, soul and mind. -From my heart, Your Secret Admirer Wow, I’m once again speechless. His cards have become more bold every day, and today is no different. He’s telling me he wants me as his mate. If Liam hadn’t acted so angry the other night, I would really think it was him.

IT WAS also more than a week ago when I promised Noah that I would tell mom about our relationship, but I still can’t. He was also bugging me that the two of us should tell mom so I wouldn’t be worried, but he did not know that mom didn’t want me to have a lover of the same sex as me. When a message appeared in my inbox, I opened it and read it, since I knew it was from my lover, Noah. He is the only one that messages me day or night as long as he can convey what he wants from me.

He looked around. “He’ll be here in a minute. He went to meet Alan and Milo before we head back.” I sipped my Champagne. “I just wanna thank you for never giving up on me even I was bitchier most of the time. I love you guys and all your babies. I may be far from all of you, but you will always be in my heart. In our hearts.” “You should.” Bianca squeezed me. “I love you, Meg.” “Love you, too, B.”

I glanced down. A private message. Unknown sender. My chest tightened slightly. I opened it. There was only one line. “If you want Liora to fall faster, stop playing small.”

I opened the messaging app on my phone and typed the following: "Dear Tyler, I am deeply sorry for the way I acted a few hours ago. It wasn't my fault; I couldn't bear seeing you with another woman. Ava had secretly told me everything, and it wasn't your fault. I love you with all my heart, and I will always love you until the end of time. It felt as if I was set on fire when I saw that woman removing your belt. I had always planned to give you my whole self, and I expected the same from you. I am sorry, please forgive me. I can't sleep, I can't lie down; I'm just pacing around my room with a restless heart and mind. If I still hold a place in your heart, please respond to my message. I am w

I was soaking so much that it spilled down my thighs. He collapsed against my back, panting. "Soph," he breathed against my skin. "Marry me." I stilled. Tears pricked at my eyes. "Yes," I whispered, voice catching. "Yes."

,Chloe replies as she rolls her eyes. “Fuck!”, Owen yells out continuously. Chloe looks at him,perplexed. Owen quickly goes up to his room. Chloe slowly sits on the sofa still looking perplexed. Footsteps approaching. Chloe looks up and sees Elena walking down the stairs. “I heard Owen’s voice”,Elena asks curiously, “Where is he?” “Your lover went up his room”, Chloe gestures towards Elena. Elena twitches her eyes at Chloe then suddenly looks away.

With an automatic gesture I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the fridge while I gulped down the cold water I took out my cell phone to look at my notifications. There was a message from Marvens who wished me a safe return, another from Nathan who told me to call him....one from an unknown number...the others were rubbish but while I was scrolling through the notifications, I noticed that one interested me. Hello my darling! I heard that you're back from your tour and I'm so happy....you know that I had to spend 6 months masturbating while you were gone? But no, I'm kidding!...... But what's true is none of these other lovers come close to matching you. Come to my place so we

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.

Message read 1; “hey love, I'm sorry, but I will be home late tonight, there's so much work to do at the office, so you don't have to worry about me, sleep early,” Message read 2; “I love you sweetheart,” I read and smiled faintly, “okay, don't stress yourself too much, and I love you too,” I typed, and wanted to click on the send button, but I stopped for a while and felt disturbed, ‘is it really love?’ I thought.