Your Secret Admirer Artinya Novels & Stories

I looked at his shirt and asked, “What’s the character like? Maybe I can give better feedback with a bit more context.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down so that I’m resting on him. Then his arms came up my back to keep me in his embrace as he said, “It’s a guy who can’t admit to his lover that he’s falling for her.” “Hmm? So you’re going to be a secret admirer?” I rested my cheek on his shoulder and stared out of the window at the passing buildings. “Is that what it sounds like?” “Well, if it isn’t, then why can’t he tell her the truth?” I asked, feeling frustrated on behalf of the character’s lover—for some strange reason.

The particular one that I’ve checked out so many times online and desperately hoped would be available when I finally had the money to get it. I immediately brought them out and tried them on. They were perfect. The perfect size. The perfect color. Just what I needed. I even swirled around a bit, testing my landing, footing, everything. At this point, I wasn’t bothered about who it was from anymore; I was just happy that I had them. Just then I noticed a little card inside the box. “Your smile brightens up my day. Hence I always wanna see you smile. From your secret admirer.” I chuckled. “A secret admirer? Who would have thought? Interesting.” I stared at it for a while before tossing it asi

she turned to me. I shook my head, trying to relax. “I’ve been paranoid. Sorry,” I said. Eve waved her hand. “It’s nothing. But your secret admirer’s gift just got ruined.” “Secret admirer?” Eve hummed, showing the back of the teddy with a paper strapped to it. “To my crush,” she read, “Sierra. I know you have a son, and this is for him.” “Could be Arthur,” she said after reading.

“A secret admirer.’ Came the reply and she sat back, her body hot with exhilaration, the blood pumping through her veins. A SECRET ADMIRER? Tara smiled to herself. She was not Silly Tara after all. Someone out there had noticed her, had heard her playing the piano, and called her Beautiful! With a dimpled smile, she settled onto the bed, lying on her stomach as she continued the conversation. * Now Tara had a secret. And she was as pleased as punch. Her family, with all the chaos that was constantly going on around them, would never notice her; someone outside the family circle had seen her and had fallen in love with her. Her little head churned up fantasies as she typed away cheerfully. *

I took my time mulling over who the sender might be, then got a pen and signed the delivery document with shaky handwriting. "Thank you,". I said and handed over the document to the delivery man. Who might be my enigmatic, secret admirer? When it wasn't a very spectacular occasion, who gave a damn and sent me a gift? Or is this something from my father? I was far from him. Who knows maybe he had everything planned out with one of the staff. Since "secret admirer" was written plainly, this cannot be from her, Judith. Judith is capable of many things, but she wouldn't want to pull my legs.

He give me a smirk. “ I’m not choosing a wife here, okay. You don’t have to choose. What I need is a secretary. And you know that I don’t want to have any relationship with other woman.” I said while looking outside the window. Hoping that I can see her at the side of the road. Standing there waving and smiling at me but it never happened.

He shook his head. “Did Bammie told you about me the moment she finally figured it out I was your secret admirer?” Sandra tilted her head as she tried to look at his face. She then gently stroke his hair as she smiled. “She told me about it and the real story after I opened your last gift” “Last gift?” he frowned and looked up on her. Eyes sparkling, Sandra met his gaze. “The legendary pink box” she replied curtly. “You mean..” Sebastian wasn't able to continue as he thought of the gift that he sent her as 'tokki', his codename as his secret admirer, just recently along with his gifts to pursue her.

Her brown well stretchened hair which look so expensive and the sweet scented perfume she wore could entice anyone who came across her. She had this straight sparkling clean legs and a little curvy waist which I could see from her tight fitted short gown. " What are you staring at?", she called out as I returned back to consciousness. "Tell me where the prince is". " I will tell you, but what do I get in return?", I said. " What do you want? name it and it shall be yours ,as long as I find the prince", she replied. " i wouldn't tell you what I want now, but sometime I will and I hope you will give it to me", I asked.

I took a shaky step forward and that was when I saw yet another letter from my so-called secret admirer. I didn’t want to read it. Every part of me screamed to tear it apart and set it on fire, but I forced myself to pick it up. My fingers trembled as I unfolded the delicate cream paper, the handwriting neat and slanted in black ink. My Dearest Isla, You looked sad this morning. I don’t like seeing you that way. You should be surrounded by beauty, by things that remind you how cherished you are. That’s why I brought the roses. Do you like them?

he whispered seductively, his lips tracing down my neck, sending shivers across my skin. I couldn’t respond, couldn’t form the words my mind screamed at me. His hands were skilled, deliberate, and I could feel the teasing pressure of his touch making it impossible to think straight. “Now, tell me… you don’t want me,” he breathed against my ear. “I… I…” My words failed me. My heart raced, my body betraying my resolve. He leaned in closer, lips brushing mine just enough to ignite a fire I didn’t know I had. “I like you,” I admitted before I could stop myself. My words felt raw, uncontrollable, yet liberating.