Flirt Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

he asked, sounding so annoying. “You must derive some kind of joy in putting me down and making me feel worthless. What makes you think you are so special, asshole?” I retorted angrily, fuming with rage and yet trying not to glare at him. The funny thing is that we were both furious and abusing each other, but we couldn’t take the smile off our faces, we had to keep up appearances, and we had to keep pretending to be in love. Isn’t that crazy?

Iris spat hiding my burger from his greedy hands. "I'd love to get one for myself but that's the way I can get on your saliva, you are never going to let me kiss otherwise" he smirked. "Ewww! That was gross, the lamest line used for flirting ever." she scrunched her nose. "What do I do? Good ones do not work for you." He said shrugging his shoulders looking so cute. Iris wondered how his girlfriend would enjoy his flirting. She was going to be one lucky dame.

"Your friend is in an embarrassing dilemma and all you could do is laugh?" "Yeah." She inhaled and exhaled to bring back her posture, "I warned you that such will happen if you didn't stop your habit of flirting with every handsome human with a third leg." "Your warning wasn't loud enough miss!" "Ah Candice, you are one funny human. Now tell me, which embarrassing flirtatious sentences did you pour on the man?" "The first one-" "Oh man, it wasn't even one. Where were you?" "The elevator." I brought back my hands to my face, which is burning from the memory that keeps replaying itself.

It's embarrassing that he's in a bad mood these days, so he's tired of rice and craving pho. Temporarily just wanting cheap things that anyone can have. I feel really bad for you. If you exercise a lot, you must be tired, right? The one who has to say sorry is you, sorry for not "visiting" me. She emphasized each word as if to poke fun at her. Marilyn heard her speak and immediately turned pale, she stomped her feet and hugged him. “You really know how to joke. Brother Simon is so good, he can't choose anyone.

Ron grinned wickedly and said, "You're a slut—horny and wild." "Oh, Ron, you're just asking for a beating—" Quirina's brows flew up, and she started pinching him. Ron dodged her attacks and stopped her hands while laughing. He said, "I'm complimenting you! In other words, you're bewitchingly charming to me." Quirina rolled her eyes and said, "I like the sound of that." Both of them lay on the soft rug as they laughed and fooled around. After resting, they got up for a second round.

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.

“So, what about you? What do you do when you’re not interrogating strangers?” “I redirect conversations,” I replied smoothly. “Like this one.” He laughed again, louder this time. “You’re good at that. Most people would’ve leaned into the flirting.” “I prefer talking,” I said. “Flirting gets boring fast.” “Well,” he said, glancing at me sideways, “I can be funny without flirting.” “Go on,” I challenged. He paused, pretending to think. “If this were flirting, I’d say you have dangerous eyes. But since it’s not… I’ll just say you look like someone who secretly judges everyone.”

“Just that you two couldn't tone down the smiles.” I tilted my head. “Seriously?” He shrugged. “What? I’m just saying. From what I saw, you two couldn’t stop looking at each other as well.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And that little goodbye? That was flirting.” “She did the same to you,” I pointed out. “Nah. Nah.” He shook his head slowly. “I know what I saw.” He paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It’s either that… or she’s just…cute”

The words, simple yet profound, echoed in the silence of the night. “I missed you too.” Her voice, a gentle whisper, filled the quiet space between them. She leaned in, her gaze meeting his. “You and your annoyance.” she added, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn’t express. Chaos smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Are you flirting with me?” he teased, mimicking her earlier playful banter. The playful exchange, filled with lighthearted banter and subtle flirtation, created a sense of intimacy and connection.

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”