Secret Admirer Notes Novels & Stories

We’d only exchanged a few words last night – nothing to suggest he even knew my taste, let alone my size. But somehow, a whisper deep inside me said otherwise. He knew. Emily grinned, elbowing me. "Girl, you’ve got a secret admirer. And judging by this," she gestured dramatically at the box, "he's seriously wealthy." Sarah nudged the box toward me again. "There’s no card or note?" I shook my head — but then, a tiny glimmer caught my eye. Something tucked deep into the folds of the velvet. My fingers brushed a small black envelope.

She picked up the paper and read the words written on it; “I will never stop loving you. You’re mine.” “Huh? Is that from the store?” “I don’t think so. This is a handwritten note but I don’t recognize the handwriting.” “Let me see.” She gave him the paper and he studied it. “It could be someone just messing with you. I wouldn’t take it seriously.” “But how did they have access to my shopping bag?” “What if it fell from the hands of one of the boutique attendants who helped you pack your shopping?” “What if it’s not?” “So, what are you saying? That you have a secret admirer?”

Besides, no one knows the real her, aside from Melody and Adela who have been her friends since high school. Her hands simply lowered the skirt and adjusted her high heels before walking toward the door to grab what was attached. Along with the note was a fresh red rose. She was surprised to find out that she has a secret admirer. No guys even attempted to talk to her ever since she step on the university.

For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. "Romeo and Juliet". I whispered Only then did I notice a small transparent bottle kept in the corner of the locker. It had a small note stuck to it. Even though you looked like the brightest star last night, thought you might need it now. ~Secret Admirer. It was a hangover drink. Was this person also at the club last night? It could be possible since most teenagers do prefer only clubs on their weekend nights. Maybe if I paid a little more attention, I could have noticed this little bookworm.

and Ezra's name floated through it like a piece of debris. "Monroe wrote it?" "No way. Him?" "Oh my god, that's actually so sad." By the time he reached his locker, someone had already taped a piece of paper to it. *Dear Jace,* it read, in looping, mocking handwriting. *You're so dreamy. Please notice me. Love, your secret admirer.* A crowd had gathered. Logan stood at the center of it, phone raised, grinning like he'd won something. "There he is," Logan called out. "Hey, lover boy. Got anything else you want to confess?"

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

Thoughtful ones. Nadia turned and held up the little card like it might explode. “There’s a note,” she said in a dramatic whisper, which meant she’d already read it twice. I plucked it from her fingers, squinting to read the fancy cursive. Still thinking? No name. No initials. Just those two words. I stared at the card like it might offer more if I waited long enough. It didn’t. “You have a secret admirer?” Nadia asked, eyes wide. “Who are you sleeping with?”

JUNIPER. Before Adelaide can reach the paper in my hand, I squeeze it in my palm and fold it into my back pocket as fast as I can. I chuckle, trying to hide how anxious I am, and she stares at me with furrowed brows. “The note doesn't say who it's from, it only says it's from a secret admirer.” I push the flowers to my face, taking a big sniff and acting like I can't see Adelaide's glare.

A small, folded note tucked just beneath the green ribbon. I opened it slowly. The handwriting was unfamiliar… but the tone was unmistakable. “Hey, Ms. Carter. I’m a fan. It wasn’t easy to get this to you, but I hope you like it. Know that someone is always watching… and waiting for the right time to introduce us. Signed, Your secret admirer” My heart dropped, but it wasn’t just the message. Below the signature was a small symbol. Drawn in red ink, a shape I hadn’t seen in years. It was a curved triangle with two vertical lines crossing through it.

He didn't say what, but he did say that they would know it was from him the moment they saw it. They had no choice but to dismiss everything, since Vermillion is a peculiar man. As Gwen arrived at work the following morning, she discovered another note and breakfast from her secret admirer. I wish that I were the sun so that I could caress your face, even after you step out the door. Good morning, my queen. Love, Your secret admirer Gwen smiled and was heading straight to cleaning when she saw Silver Villaruel walking straight to where she was. "Good morning boss, do you need me for something?"