Secret Admirer Notes Novels & Stories

She didn't know what they were talking about but from the look on Emily's face, she knew what Leslie was talking about. "What's going on?" Amanda said. "Spit it out Em." Leslie said. "Well, I might have a secret admirer." Emily said. Her face had gone a lighter shade as she tried desperate to look everywhere else but the screen. Seeing Emily like this, Amanda knew that it was something serious. Emily was never the blushing type. "Do you know who this secret admirer is?" Amanda asked. "I don't. But he keeps sending me letters in my locker, beside my chair and even on the table we sit for lunch." Emily said.

I lift the lid of the next box and pause when I see a delicate gold necklace resting inside, the thin chain curling against black velvet with a small diamond at the center. Beside it is a folded note. My stomach tightens as soon as I recognize the handwriting. I open it quickly, just enough to read the message. Enjoy, baby girl, Secret admirer Before Penelope can notice, I crumple the note and slide it back into the box. “See?” I say, holding up the necklace with a playful smile. “Perks of the job.” Penelope sighs dramatically and drops the heels onto the couch.

They were holding their hands staring into each others eyes and smiling in the hallway. Attached to the it was a note which read You don't deserve all this. If you want him give you just have to say and his whole life and world would be destroyed. He froze at the world's and his head began spinning his blood turned cold. "Who can possibly send such a thing to me? How did the person know where I am?" He thought to himself. He hadn't told Drake he was here as they weren't in talking terms and even aside that Drake didn't even know Desmond's house. So who could it be?

I replied, looking up from the stack of papers on my desk. "There's a delivery for you." She walked in and placed a large bouquet of flowers on my desk. "These are beautiful. Who are they from?" I asked, admiring the arrangement. "It says, 'For a gorgeous woman, who deserves all the happiness in the world. I hope these flowers bring a smile to your face. Have a great day.' Signed, A Secret Admirer," Mina read from the card. "A secret admirer, huh? How romantic." I couldn't help but smile, feeling flattered by the gesture.

Putting the forms away in my locker, I checked the time, and I was five minutes late for my meet-up with Ryan. Knowing I was late, I made my way to an abandoned office on campus not too far from my department. That was our secret meeting place. Getting there, I looked around to make sure no one was around. When I was certain about that, I entered and locked the door behind me. I turned around to find Ryan standing by the window looking out. I made my way over to him, tiptoeing, and hugged him from behind when I got to him. “You’re late, babe. Thought you weren’t going to make it,” he said while turning around to face me with his hand on my waist.

No more being forced to sit through his smirks and whispered threats. As I dug through my bag for my power bank, something caught my eye. It was a small box of chocolate. My name was written on a sticky note in neat handwriting. Another one. From my secret admirer. Ever since the first bar left in front of the bathroom, little gifts had appeared. Sweets, girlish treats tucked into my things when I wasn’t looking. Always with my name and a sweet note, never with a clue who left them. I pulled the note free, eyes scanning the message. Sweet words, simple, almost innocent. My chest fluttered, confusion and giggly feelings mixing with unease.

I frown as I gently push the stems aside to see a piece of paper wrapped around it secured by a purple ribbon. I release the ribbon and unravel the paper from the stem. In my side view, I see Maverick freeze, probably noticing what I discovered. I lay it flat on the surface of the counter. It tries to curl in, but my fingers quickly press down on the delicate paper. "Are you a friend or foe?" I read the message out loud. "Your secret admirer."

I know you wouldn’t take it or even open it up if I put it in your name. I heard you didn’t have a phone and I was hoping you could accept this as an apology. Please don’t throw it out, just a harmless apology gift. Your secret admirer- AR She read out the note, blushing so hard while I scoffed. Was this how he was going to play? Pffft .. two can actually play it so well. She shook my shoulders vibrantly as she gushed over fake words and I looked at her with warning eyes. But who was I kidding, the girl didn’t care one bit.

“You’re telling me someone was actually interested in you? That’s rich. What kind of sabotage are we talking about? Why didn't I know about this?” ”I don't know if I should be offended by you being shocked that someone is interested in me.” Damien raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A secret admirer? Sounds like a bad rom-com. What did they do? Leave you love notes? Send you flowers and chocolates?” “No, worse. Whenever I tried to approach a girl, the next morning, she will receive a dead rat with a note. It was always signed with the initials S.Q.” I grimaced, recalling the bizarre incidents in the past.

Second, I don't know any JC Third, since I am sure I don't know him, why send me all these especially the G string? Fourth, secret Admirer? Most definitely. But this admirer got it all right except the pant. Unless he's trying to prove he's just after sex, right? I take out a wrapped note placed beneath all the items. - I don't know what you like but I hope you fancy them all especially the pant because I'm sure I made you ruin the first one. JC. The last part replayed in my head before it hit me like a bowling ball. Elevator dude.