Your Secret Admirer Artinya Novels & Stories

He had laughed it off. I used to think he was cute for that. Now, I despised him for doing that to me. Returning my attention to the letters, I opened one and smiled at the endearing, albeit somewhat ridiculous, words: Dear Chelsea, If you are the moon, I will be your sun. If you are the dawn, I am your sunlight. If you are not anything, I will be your everything. Your Secret Admirer The letters had always been filled with light-hearted sentiments, and they never failed to make me smile. Those had been happier times—before I had started dating Lucian. Those were the days of innocent admiration, filled with silly words that always brought a smile to my face.

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."

he explains and ends with a shrug. Ilya gives him a pointed look. “You like him, don't you?” Soren's eyes shyly wander to the table, his face burning even brighter. “No, there's no point when he won't feel the same. Besides, I have a secret admirer,” Ilya raises a questioning brow, he places his elbow on the table to rest his chin on his palm to listen closely, curiosity in his eyes. “Tell me about him.” Soren suddenly seems excited as he proceeds to say. “He comes here everyday and whenever he leaves, he leaves a large tip on my name and even leaves the cutest gifts and sketches of me.”

He stared at it for two seconds but made no move. "If you hadn't been so stubborn and just agreed to break the bond back then, you wouldn't be in this mess, would you?" I didn't respond. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice like he was bestowing some grand favor upon me. "It's too late for all that now, I suppose. But I'm a sentimental guy. If you ever change your mind, you can always come back. The title might not be there, but the perks will be." His meaning was crystal clear—come back and be his secret lover.

She must have noticed the delivery. “Someone has a secret admirer,” she teased. I straightened myself, ready to fill in the details. “Well… it wouldn’t be a secret admirer if the sender is known, right?” I replied. “Wow… someone’s in love, then,” she said, smiling knowingly. I smiled back. “Is it that obvious?” “Not really,” she said, “but watching how you radiate and glow these days, there isn’t a single iota of doubt that there’s some magic behind it.”

“I know you are opinionated, and it’s rather refreshing.” “You sound like a British aristocrat.” “And it doesn’t please you?” I smiled deviously even though she couldn’t see me. When it came to sex, we ended up breathless and sweaty in our bed. And I knew right now. She got what I meant. “You are changing the subject on purpose.” “I am just a man. A simple man who loves a woman who is incredible and gorgeous—” “See? You can say something, but I can’t.” “Have you thought about my offer?”

she continued questioning. "Yup I did and he told me that he will because I am fucking beautiful for him and I know he says that to every girl in this world and I still got affected by it!!" I blurted everything out. "Woah girl, you got some good news in there" she winked at me. "You are so not playing any side role in my story. There is no love story here" I said annoyed. "Oh, sure there is. When your secret admirer is literally capturing you every single minute"

“Dear Lance, I waited for you at the library last Friday. You stood me up. I knew you left with that stupid girl Nia. I am not sure what you see in her, but she’s not the girl for you. She was telling everyone that you are going out with her, she flaunted her closeness to you, and she also flirts with boys during her volleyball games. I hope you will take the time to look at other girls. She is not the one for you. I hope she gets what she deserves. We know she goes home alone sometimes, so if I were you I would just tell her to be careful. Sincerely, A Secret Admirer” I turned cold. I must have looked so pale, that Izzie shook me. “What is it? What does it say?” I put my hands on my face. W