Message To A Secret Lover Novels & Stories

I opened the note to find that it has quite a bit written in it. I have loved you from the moment I met you, but I cannot know if you love me back, as I think the knowledge will kill me with joy or sadness, whatever your reply might be. Know that you are special to me but do not seek to know my name as it will only lead to heartbreak. Yours forever, Your Secret Admirer

But I can’t right now… I just can’t. “Let’s not talk about that right now, Hun…” “Ding!” My phone brightens up and it’s a message from the same secret link I use to chat with Adam. My heart leaps and sits in my throat. Before my brain can process, I’ve already picked it up and opened it. *Do you love him? Or you just wanna hate me forever? Just hit me, slap me, punch me till you’re satisfied, but baby please… don’t go on with this.*

But when I saw the message on the screen, my heart skipped a beat. "Happy birthday, my love. No matter what you discover tomorrow, always remember that I love you, and you are my world. Your mate and secret lover." My breath caught in my throat, and I bolted upright, gripping the phone tightly as if it might vanish if I let go. My heart raced, not from exhaustion anymore but from the sheer shock of the message. My mate? My secret lover? My mind struggled to piece it together. Was this real? My mysterious man—the one who had sent me anonymous messages for months and spent nights with me was also my mate?

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!

Thinking of you. A smile spread across my face, and for a brief moment, the heaviness of our situation lifted. It was a simple message, but it was filled with so much love and longing that it was all I needed to push the dark clouds away. I quickly replied with a heart, eager for the connection that our secret messages provided. Claire: Good morning to you. I can’t stop thinking about you. xoxo

Not ever. This time, after a long pause, the mysterious man replied with a message. [Do you love him that much?] Vicky stared at the message blankly. A few seconds later, another text appeared on the screen. [If you love him so much, why did you break up with him in the first place?] Vicky felt a bit dazed when thinking of the past. [Maybe...I didn't love him that much back then.] [Vicky, I'll ask you one last time. Have you truly made your decision?]

She was in the middle of it when the phone rang, she turned off the stove and hurried to answer it: -Well. Someone answered on the other end, it was a woman's voice. -Mrs. Raquel. -Who is this? -My name doesn't matter, the important thing is that you know that the one who is talking to you is your husband's lover, yes, yes I am your husband's lover, I am a secretary in the company where he works and I am only talking to you so that you know it and leave him, you know, he is only with you for pity and because a piece of paper unites them, but you know, that's not important to me, I love him and he loves me, you see, your beauty and elegance are useless, that's what they say about you here, be

More customers means more work and yes, more money. Just as I opened the door and was about to step in, my phone beeped with a text message. I entered the house, closed the door and slumped on the nearest couch I found. Then, I brought out my phone. I sighed loudly as Isaw who sent the message. I was him again; My Anonymous lover. Seems he's always stalking me. He sent me some of my pictures he had snapped today and attached a message also. The message read, ' You're just as pretty as always. Keep putting on that smile for me. And hey, blue really looks good on you'

I planted a small kiss on his neck; his cheek was out of reach. Apollo sought my eyes, my hands sought his chest, and his lips found mine. And I went flying across the world, the stars returned to my eyes, and the familiar heat was there, burning me, making me burn. And I couldn't hold back anymore; the words started to spill out. The sweetest revelation of my life.

Under the photo, I wrote: Lohan marked me, and now my wolf calls him mate! The messages stopped instantly. If they’d had any doubts about Lohan being real, now they had proof this wasn’t a joke. While I waited, I decided to check the other messages. An unknown number caught my eye, so I clicked it open: Eliza, I promise I won’t tell anyone your secret. I’m sorry for all the harm I caused you. Do you think one day we could be friends?