Secret Admirer Notes Novels & Stories

She wanted to drop her phone and continued reading but a new message from the person came in again. MESSAGE-Your secret admirer. Rachel decided to check the person's profile picture but the person did not put in any picture. She replied. RACHEL-And you are? MESSAGE-Wanna be Anonymous for now. Rachel huffed and saved the person’s number as SECRET ADMIRER. RACHEL-How did you get my number and my name? SECRET ADMIRER-Secret!(With winking emojis) RACHEL-Tch!Are you a male or female? SECRET ADMIRER-Definitely, not a female.

I picked up the card with shaking hands and read the message written in elegant script. "You can never replace her. A Secret Admirer"

I love you more than you will ever know. Yours forever, Justin I stared at the note wiping the tears from eyes. I was so caught up in the note, I did not hear the door open. Feeling two arms snake around my waist I jumped slightly. "It's only me." Justin whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck. Sighing in relief, I leaned back into his touch. "I missed you so much!" I bit my lip as I turned in his arms. "I missed you too Amy, more than you know." Justin slid his hands to my waist pulling me closer to him.

I am not sure what I am doing here but here I am. I am in a private room at Gio’s new restaurant waiting for someone. I got a bouquet of flowers the other day with a note saying to meet at this restaurant at this time. The note was signed by my secret admirer. I was surprised and a little apprehensive when I read it. The other girls were excited and helped me get ready. Ok, so I admit that I am a tad excited to see who this secret admirer is. I am hoping it is Grayson, but I doubt it. I walk into the room and it is decorated beautifully. I have my back to the door looking at one of the beautiful paintings on the wall when I hear the door open. I hear the guys gasp and I turn around

I picked it up and read it. “Happy birthday, April. Everyone else might have forgotten, but I didn’t. I’ve always admired you, but I’ve been too shy to talk to you. If you don’t mind, we could meet and spend your birthday together. I’m in the forest. Don’t worry, I’ll find you. Just please be there. Your Secret Admirer” My heart did somersaults, and my fingers began to tremble. A secret admirer? Me? I felt my cheeks heat up, and my heart began to beat wildly. This was probably good news. I was eighteen, and that meant that I would find my mate soon.

she said, chuckling, "but actually, I wasn't the one. It looks like you have a secret admirer." "Admirer?" I asked. "Who could do such a thing, since I came to this city, I haven't made any friends." Just when I was deep in thought, a note fell from the flowers. I picked it up to read what was on the note. "My Aurora, you now hold my life. Maybe it's time for me to start showing you appreciation for what you have been doing. Even if you're pretending you don't feel anything about the kiss, I feel renewed. Your love, Alpha Asher."

I will die early. "How long will your secret admirer give you different kinds of food every day? Consistent huh? I hope some time, he will give us food too, as your beloved friends. Maybe Sera and I will be full too every day. We will give him our vote, get married already.” he teased that I just rolled my eyes. I took the paper food container and was about to open it when I could find something under it. I looked at it and was surprised to see a note.

“You’re observant.” He huffed out a small laugh. “Seriously.” I exhaled slowly, fingers brushing the paper in my pocket. “Somebody left me a note.” His entire body stilled. “What kind of note?” “The threatening kind.” His jaw clenched. “Who?” “I don’t know.” “Show me.” I pulled the crumpled paper out and tossed it to him. He caught it like it might bite him. When he read it, something in his face darkened.

My handwriting on the lid: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 21. Julian lifted the lid. Inside it contains polaroids. Me at sixteen in a red bikini, laughing. Him at seventeen, arms crossed, glaring at the camera. A friendship bracelet, faded blue and white. A pressed daisy. A note in my teenage handwriting: If we’re not married by 30, we elope to Vegas. He held the note between two fingers. “You kept this.” “I forgot it was here.” He tucked it into his pocket. “Inventory says it’s mine now.”

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.