Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

“You obviously say yes, Olivia. What else?” Olivia hesitated. “I mean, yeah, of course, but should I sound casual? Like, ‘Sure, see you then’ or maybe something a little more flirty?” I don't want him to think I am too thirsty But you are…Sophia teased Mia gasped. “Flirty, for sure. You need to make it clear you’re interested.” Sophia tilted her head. “Or, keep it light. Let him chase a little, make him work for it.”

I was unconsciously drooling. Host! the system sounded exhausted. "If you ever need a wife..." "..." "I am available." "..." He pauses. Just for one second. Only one. "Wait, that sounded way better when I said it in my head." "You are shameless," he mumbled, walking away. Host! Current Flirting Score: 2/100. Congratulations. You have successfully made the atmosphere colder. Why were all the handsome men in this world emotionally constipated? Was smiling illegal? Did beastmen lose facial muscles after adulthood?

Martha questions the confusion evident on her face. "Leave," I repeat, not caring if I sound like an ass; it's best if Martha stays away from me anyways. "Uh, is there anything I can do.. to errr… help you?" Martha asks as she stands, her eyes tracing every inch of my body. "Unless you want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't walk, I suggest you leave now," I growl out, not caring about keeping up my friendly, easy-going multimillionaire persona.

“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 ask before I can kill the words for ever existing. “That’s a matter of taste, which you still lack.” He laughs. “Flirting is much simpler. People are people. They want to laugh, to blush, to know you’re interested in them. Nothing more.” Finally, one of the larger logs starts to smolder, putting off a plume of smoke. “The gentleman we’re talking about—” “No. Questions.”

"Just remember, I’m the cool aunt with the killer curves and the best jokes. Your friends are gonna be so jealous when you tell them about me." She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Yeah, because every kid wants an aunt with a ‘butt apartment.’" I struck another pose, hands on my hips. "Exactly! I’m setting trends here, Fliss. Just you wait—next thing you know, everyone’s gonna want one." Fliss shook her head, laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. "You're the best, Viviane." I walked over and ruffled her hair gently. "And you, my love, are the coolest niece on the planet. Now, tell me—does this lipstick say ‘fierce,’ or should I go with ‘don’t mess with me’?"

I stared at his readied self with a wide eye as he laughed at my reaction. "Well, close your mouth before a mosquito goes in the place where only my tongue should go. You know I'm quite possessive about my things and what belongs to me." Was that even flirting? Dunno, but my cheeks surely heated up as I gazed at the ground trying to hide my blush. It meant the lines of his work. "Don't stare at the floor like that otherwise it would be awkward to see a floor falling for someone." Eyes big I only thought one thing, how come he was so good with these flirting lines?

I had no right to feel this angry, this jealous. The waitress winked before walking away. I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to my temple. “She’s bold.” He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. “She’s just being nice.” “Is that what you call it?” I said before I could stop myself. His brow arched slightly. “What would you call it?” I stared at the condensation on my glass. “Flirting.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “And that bothers you because…?”

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?

He asked with an annoying smile. "What?" The same girl asked. "Your flat body." He grinned, winking at the insult. I don't know whether he thought this as a pick-up line or not but that was the biggest fails in the history of flirting.