Flirtatious Comebacks Novels & Stories

“We do, don’t we? Still, can’t a girl get out of her comfort zone by asking one of the most brilliant guys in her grade?” Oh, she’s good. She’s calling me brilliant. Ego flattering always works when flirting. I couldn’t help my smile. “So, you think I’m brilliant.” She nodded. “Plus, we’d look great in the pictures.” She ran her fingers down my arm as she looked up at me through her lashes. Damn, she’s a good flirt.

“You putting the moves on that – that woman!” “Whaaat?!” he grinned, then shook his head like I had it all wrong. “No, no – that was just a little friendly flirting.” “Friendly flirting is ‘that color looks nice on you.’ That was NOT friendly flirting.” “Sure it wa– ” “Why are you even fucking flirting in the first place?! And in front of me! Do you know how disrespectful that is?” “To who?” “To ME!” He stared at me like I’d just grown a second head. “Are you serious?”

“I was not! Why doesn't everyone think I'm a flirt...Geez” “Please,” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten all your college escape. I'm starting to wonder you choose your current profession.” “Shut up!” she laughed, grabbing a pillow and launching it at me again. “At least I have someone to flirt with. All you do is glare at people and plot their downfall.” I grinned. “And I do it well.” “You’re terrifying.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Jessica rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

I said, low and deadly, “why were you flirting with that freak like he was going to take you home and fuck you on the balcony?” Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “You’re unbelievable.” “Am I?” “That wasn’t flirting. It was a conversation.” My laugh was humorless. “Right. You talk to me like I’m a plague. But he shows up with his side part and his sweat stains and suddenly you’re giggling like a schoolgirl.” “Because he was nice,” she snapped. “Something you wouldn’t understand.” “If you wanted nice,” I shot back, stepping closer, “you wouldn’t keep kissing me.”

“In the city earlier today, someone knocked into me. It was you or your friend that you were with… Well, at least I thought it was…” “Ahh, yes, you walked into me.” He smiled. “Nooo, I think you walked into me… Have you seen my height?” I used my hands to emphasize my short arsed-ness. He nodded with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s kinda hard not to notice.” Ahh flirting I see. I’m rusty, but I’ll give it a go. #

she says lightly, sipping her drink, “aren’t you a joy killer? You just ruined everyone’s moment.” I turn to her, my voice low, controlled, still shaking underneath. “It isn’t my fault,” I say. “I told him no. He refused to listen.” She rolls her eyes. “Men flirt. It happens.” I look at her. “That wasn’t flirting,” I reply calmly. “That was harassement.”

As I was feeling tipsy, my speech was slurred. “Do you want to get over the man quickly?” “Duh.” “Why not try dating me? “A rebound is the best way to move on, isn’t it?” I sobered up almost right away. Straightening my back, I looked up at the man. Before I could say anything, a man’s voice broke out from behind. “Luna, it’s really you…” I froze.

“You are quite the charmer, are you not?” Gabriel’s smile turned playful. “Only when I am with a stunning woman like you. It brings it out in me.” *Oh my God, he is actually flirting with me. Like, really flirting. And I am flirting back!* “And what, exactly, is it bringing out in you?” I asked, surprising myself with how bold I was being. “Honestly? The way you blush every time I give you a compliment. It is the most adorable thing I have ever seen.” Right on cue, I felt the heat flood my cheeks again. “You are terrible.”

"You are becoming very consistent." Aiden smiled. "I try." She smiled politely. "Wonderful, so perhaps next meeting we can complement quarterly revenue instead." Roman burst into laughter. "Revenue!" Damian leant against the chair, laughing quietly. Even Lucien smiled. Aiden merely nodded. "I can do both." Isabella sighed dramatically. "My condolences to whoever taught you flirting." Roman immediately pointed towards Aiden. "I told him to buy a book. He ignored me." "I suspected as much."

Ruby retorted, not holding back, "I know you're the last person to care about rules." The smug smile on Florence's face transformed into a genuine grin as she playfully flipped her hair. "Oh, I like that. Give me more compliments." Ruby chuckled, catching on to the playful banter. "Are you serious?" "Absolutely," Florence replied, embracing the light-hearted exchange. "Hmm, let me think," Ruby said, matching Florence's stride as they walked hand in hand towards their class. "I must say, I really like your new haircut. Not everyone can pull off neon blue highlights, but you rock them."