Flirt 101 Novels & Stories

This is just a chat. Me: In case I forgot to say, you looked incredibly gorgeous tonight. Easy-peasy. This is flirting 101. Always compliment their appearance, and you will captivate them. My phone chimed. Anaya: Um... Thank you very much. You looked gorgeous, too. Did she just call me gorgeous? I chuckled as I shook my head. She is so awkward. Me: You’re terrible at this, aren’t you? Haha. Anaya: Hey, at least I am trying, and stop making fun of me.

“Of course. Keep it.” “Thanks.” “Leo?” “Yes?” “How do you flirt?” “Flirt?” “Yeah, to let a guy know you like him, and stuff.” “Well, guys can be pretty stupid when it comes to that. You almost have to hit them over the head with a stick.” “But, how do you do it?” “Oh, different ways. Smiling at them, touching them, looking into their eyes. Complementing them. Just being honest works best. Like, ‘Hey, I like you, want to go out?’”

"Don't be so arrogant! I am not your girlfriend!" "I look so handsome. You should titter for having a boyfriend like me. Why don't you agree?" Christin became a little anxious as he had been working hard to get her approval for so long. However, she still refused him. This was different from the guide that he learned about flirting with women, it wasn't just about giving flowers and bringing girls to movies! Could it be that he had bought a fake guide? When he thought that he had bought something fake, Christin was immediately furious. However, it was not good for him to get angry in front of her.

I squirm as I try to unwedge the jeans from my butt gracefully, and he throws me a cheeky look as he watches me attempt it. “Want some help?” it’s a grin, a smooth move kind of flippant comment made by the males who walk around like cockerels in a hen house, and not an actual serious question. It’s obvious he expects my usual rebuff, but instead I throw a smile back his way, swallow down the utter nerves and butterflies he’s hitting me with and nod, in the way Meadow showed me. She gave me a crash course in simple flirting, while doing my hair earlier, and I throw on the sexy smile and flutter my lashes, butting in against him coyly. “If you like.” I bite on my lower lip, not sure if I’m doi

“I’ll have to make him want me. I need to make him see me as more than just... a title.” Janine gave me a knowing look. “You got it. And don’t be shy about it. You’ve got the power, Arlene. Use it.” I took a deep breath and turned to both of them. “Can I ask for the list we made before? The one about subtle and bold ways to flirt?” “Flirt?” Patricia laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Mago is your husband, Arlene. You don’t just need to flirt—you need to seduce him.”

I instantly make a face and my body practically forces my butt to wiggle against him. He groans and his hand retreats from my belly and onto my hip. I quickly move to pick it up and put it right on my boob where I want it. I wiggle back against him once more. “Baby… you’re killing me…” he whispers. “Do I need to pick a fight with you so we can have hot make-up sex,” I tease. He laughs and tries to move his hand but I stop him. I don’t really know how to flirt and I may sound like an idiot but here goes nothing. If he’s my soulmate, he’ll love me anyhow right?

Lily locked the door. The click echoed softly. She turned around. The guy was already looking at her. Their eyes met. Neither spoke. Not immediately. Then he stepped forward. One step. Then another. Until there was barely any distance between them. Lily felt her pulse quicken. The guy lifted a hand gently to her cheek. His gaze searched hers. Giving her every opportunity to pull away. She didn't. Slowly, he leaned in. And Lily met him halfway. Their lips touched. Soft. Warm.

he said, stepping closer, “I can feel the way you’ve moved since last night. Every hesitation. Every glance. Every moment of defiance.” Elara’s pulse quickened. This was the moment she had been engineering for days. Her body betrayed her, heating in anticipation, but her face remained composed, expression carefully neutral. She had learned the rules: he controls the rhythm, she controls the rhythm he sees. “Do you want to play?” she asked softly, her words deliberate. His lips quirked in the faintest smile, predatory, unreadable. “Always,” he murmured, closing the distance.

“I like you Laila. You have spunk and tenacity, not to mention spades. I would like to spend more time with you. “You would?” “ I very much would.” “Is this why you're flirting with me?” “Flirting?” Sweetheart, I haven't even begun to flirt. This is an introduction. Once I start to flirt, then it's onto and seduction and from seduction it's a whole new world for you. “His eyes dance excitedly. “I can't wait.” “Can I ask you something?” “Yes!” “ Is it because you simply want to upset Williams?” “Nope.” Irritating them is another bonus but is because I want you and for no other reason.”

All my nerves sparkle. “Flirting like a nob. How am I doing?” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then groaning. “Perfect.” My face is flaming, but I don’t care. The embarrassment is secondary to the excitement. Our bond is fizzling. He likes me here. “How do scavengers flirt?” he asks, his voice rough. “Usually, the male chases the female.” “Texts her and stuff like that?” “No. Like chases her.” I wriggle a hand free and run two fingers up his arm like legs.