Spell Admirer Novels & Stories

Ariana said again. "Well, you're all the same. Hurting me. You know, Chris has always been my crush, but you and Adel are the ones who get him. When will it be my turn? Do I have to cast a spell on Adel so Chris will like me?" Ariana bit her lip to hold back her laughter. Amber was quite funny when she was angry. If others heard her, they might think she was joking. "Lan, you know. It's the same with me not liking Chris. Adel is the same. You know that Adel has always liked Daffin. You've always heard her whining about Daffin. She doesn't want to be forced to marry Chris either," Ariana explained, making sense.

"This looks suspiciously like a lesson in... romance." Crystal stuck out her tongue with the audacity only a younger sister could master. With an impish gleam in her eye and a sigh laced with an infatuation too glaring to ignore, she said, “What more can I ask for? Diving into the entangled web of werewolf diplomacy surely calls for the insight of a strong, handsome specimen like Adrien.” I couldn’t help but choke back a snort at her fawning adoration, eyes shimmering with a naive puppy love too absurd to take seriously.

Adrian said bitterly, and then continued, "I have admired you since I was a child, I admired you for being so lucky and specially privileged, and I admired you for being favored by God." "Adrian..." Jasper wanted to say something, but he could not say anything. "Congratulate me." Adrian stood up and patted Jasper on the shoulder. Sometimes, admiration will turn into jealousy. Fortunately, he and Jasper were real friends. He never thought of hurting Jasper. But him not harming Jasper did not mean that others won't harm him. "The results are out!" The testing staff brought the most accurate test out immediately. "It’s negative." Summer’s vision turned dark for a while and fell into Jasper's ar

she said softly, “this fiancée of yours isn’t just fragile—she likes to brag too.” “She’s telling everyone she’s the Sterling family’s little princess.” Adrian’s face darkened instantly. “I didn’t know you had a habit of lying,” he said sharply, anger flashing across his features. “Is this what you do now? Making things up whenever you don’t get your way?” His voice cut through the air, cold and condemning. I remembered the very first time we met. He had said—casually, almost dismissively—that he hated pampered heiresses. Girls born with silver spoons who cried at the slightest discomfort and thought the world owed them everything.

You know how everyone, regardless of how ugly they are physically or personality wise, has that one person that is obsessed with them? That one individual that would walk on hot coal just to make you happy? That one individual that constantly slips love notes inside your locker when you're not looking because they think it's hella romantic despite the cringeness of it all? Ladies and gentlemen, meet Leslie Jenkins, my not so secret admirer.

“What text message? Was it smut? Besides.. let me tell you something, I admire you yeah, but I wouldn’t go through the secret admirer route.” “I’m a grown man and soon to be Alpha, I don’t have time to be doing hide and seek games, I’ll come publicly.” He said, making me raise an eyebrow. So if he didn’t send that text who did? Or could he be lying because he seemed embarrassed? But what did he mean by he “admired me”? I thought he wanted to be just friends? “Stop saying things you don’t mean. Someone might overhear now and get the wrong idea.” I warned.

I said, contemplating his wrinkled brows from worry scrunch with confusion. “What spell?” “The most powerful spell in this complete universe — I love you,” I said. Amor smiled with his deep seductive chuckle, “for a moment I thought I was someone special too.” I swam to him, no gap between our bare bodies, “you are. For me, you are the most special person in this world. No one compares to you. No one in this world stands anywhere near your aura. It is blazing like the sun. Trust me, Amor. You are someone really very special.”

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.

“There are no words that capture how amazing you are, so I’m making one up. Spectacularous is the first one- a glamorous spectacle; a sight so incredible it will stun you in your place. Her cheeks redden more, and I can feel my wolf shake out his fur and strut in the back of our mind, like we just wooed our mate to the maximum level. I twirl her back into my chest and her hands snake up my shoulders and around my neck. “Well, then consider yourself… ummm… I’m no good at this game.” She bites her bottom lip, looking disappointed in herself. “Tsk, tsk. You’re only allowed to bite this lip,” I take her lower lip between my thumb and forefinger, “when I’m between your thighs. Let me spoil you wi

"I hate the Hawk." "Why?" Adrienne asked indignantly. "He's a fool. He fails to cede appropriate due to your beauty, Beauty." "To my what?" The least important thing about her. The smithy flashed a blinding smile. "He seeks but to spread them, to slip between your thighs, but those love-slick dewy petals I would immortalize." Adrienne stiffened. "That's very poetic, but there's no need to be rude, Adam. And you don't even know me."