Your Secret Admirer Artinya Novels & Stories

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”

“Tell me. Don’t make me guess—I’m terrible at it.” “No.” He grinned, pleased. “It’s a secret admirer. Or a stalker. Either way, you’re finally interesting.” Celeste’s expression didn’t change. “It’s an email.” “That’s a yes.” “It’s an email,” she repeated, and turned back to her screen, fingers resuming their steady rhythm.

Whoever writes it must be an angel! From where does that person finds such beautiful paper. I'm so in love with it. I immediately picked it up. "I'll hold you in my heart, till I can hold you in my arms." Wow!! This is beautiful. Ah! I wish someone wrote this to me. It's for you only, stupid.. My subconscious mocked at me. It is not for me....Who would write this to me anyways? I don't have any lover or admirer that I know of... Maybe its a secret admirer...

So please accept my gift, let me help you unwind To remind you that your wounds will never be left unattended And the hope that these gifts will relax you; body, soul and mind. -From my heart, Your Secret Admirer Wow, I’m once again speechless. His cards have become more bold every day, and today is no different. He’s telling me he wants me as his mate. If Liam hadn’t acted so angry the other night, I would really think it was him.

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.

“Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.” I couldn't believe what she was reading. Was this a bad joke? I looked for a name, signature or pseudonym, but there was no information about the person who had sent it to me. Apparently I had a secret admirer. Why so much mystery if

He said and I sighed "He likes Cynthia.. There's no use" "Tell him and find out.. Cynthia is a bitch Elena , she's a real slut" Andrew said before walking away. I sighed and walked into the building. "You're my secret admirer?" What?! Aiden asked Cynthia and she nodded. My heart just broke into pieces because of it I might not want to expose myself but this is someone telling Aiden that she's his secret admirer when she's not. "I don't believe you" Aiden said and I sighed in relief

None of us dared to talk so I initiated to ask again. This time I wasn’t really sure if I should ask it but my curiosity has reached its peak and I can’t contain it anymore. "Are you… Ian, are you my… my secret admirer?" he didn’t answer me, I was expecting this reaction from him so I continued. "You were the one who secretly puts flowers, chocolates, and… and love letters in my locker, am I right?" "So what if it’s me?" "Ian…"

She rubbed her palm nervously as she spoke. “Wow! So persistent i see? When are you planning to blow his cover? like “I know who you are, stop pretending?" “Blowing his cover would be nice. But I don’t even know who he is, or the first thing about him. It won’t be easy at all” she heaved a deep sigh, staring at the restless streaks on the waters that reflected the lonely sky. “So what does your secret admirer write to you, poetry about himself?”

Diego asked, jolting me out of my reverie. “Wow, you have a secret admirer. Go ahead and tell us who your secret admirer is,” Amalia urged. I replied, “I don’t know who it is, there’s no name or anything written on it,” with a scoff. “Well... you can’t tell by staring at it, so open it and see who wrote it, or should I do it for you?” Amalia. I lightly shook my head and the envelope before bringing out the paper inside and reading the content to my friends, “YOU ARE BEING WATCHED.”