Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

"But let's just say I was drawn to the allure of a captivating woman who knows how to enjoy the finer things in life." Vivian chuckles softly, a melodic sound that fills the space between them. She playfully twirls a strand of her hair, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of confidence and allure. "Well, you've certainly caught my attention," she says, her voice filled with a hint of suggestion. "And I must admit, I have a weakness for mysterious strangers who know how to make an ordinary evening feel extraordinary." Their words weave a tapestry of flirtatious banter, each comment and response adding fuel to the fire of their mutual attraction. The air between them crackles with anticipation,

I pressed on and leaned on the table. I thought about it for quite a while before saying. "I hate flirts." Nate started laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked him. He's going crazy. Should I leave? When he was finally able to catch his breath, he rearranged his posture and wiped some tears from his eyes. "You said that you hated flirts. That's not enough of a reason you know. There must be something more, right?" He said and rested his chin on his knuckles.

He assured her, “I’m not going to allow a random bloke to put a helpless woman like yourself under distress. Irrespective of the fact that I find the said woman strikingly attractive.” Emma’s jaw dropped, as color rose to her cheeks. “Are you flirting with me?” In response, he gave her a dazzling smile. “Just speaking my mind,” He shrugged, “I just happen to have a taste for finer things in life.” Giving him a playful smile, she narrowed her eyes, “Flattery won’t help your chances, mister.”

Alpha Caelum spoke, “I instantly knew you were the only one my eyes would enjoy looking at for the rest of my life.” I closed my eyes as I softly laughed at his sentiment. “You’re always bad at flirting.” “How so?” “Those words are awkward.” “Awkward?” He raised a brow. “I thought it's poetic—and romantic.” I bit my lower lip. He shook his head and his knees sank deeper into the carpet, kneeling before me as formally as anyone could. “Then, will you let me awkwardly flirt with you for the rest of your life, Lilly Farrow? Today, and the days to come?”

"Lucky me, I get to eat this complimentary gift." I grinned, caught red-handed. "Maybe just a little." Her smile lingered. "You're quite the charmer, Charlie. I'll give you that. Everyone wants a taste of you." Everyone, except you. "Someone said you flirt with only women you find attractive is that true?" "What do you think?" I asked with a smirk on my face. "I think you flirt with every woman you see." "Hmm," I grunted. "Is that what you really think?"

“Messy is my middle name, Flora. And besides, it’ll be fun to bring down such an egotistical man.” And just like that, a pact was formed between them, sealed with laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. As they toasted to their newfound partnership, Flora couldn’t stop the thrill coursing through her. Beneath her slightly calm exterior, there was something else stirring. It was a flame of attraction fueled by the remembrance of the kiss they’d shared only a few minutes ago. As they continued to talk, their conversation took on a flirtatious edge.

I was falling in love with her more and more. I don't know why I found myself smiling like a stupid, but all of the sudden, I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop staring at her either. I placed my elbow on the table and resting a side of my head on my palm, I allowed myself to observe at her elegance. "Who will not be jealous of me because of having such a pretty neighbour?" She stopped laughing and shook her head in disbelief. "You flirt like a high school's boy. You should try to improve because it won't work on me."

"I'm upset that you are continuously staring at me. Like, what are you? a staring contest champion?" "You're beautiful." "Oh, thank you and no, I don't need you to flirt with me." "You're a tough one." "I am." "I would have considered withdrawing..." I scoff. "You should." "You didn't let me finish." He scoffs out a laugh. "I was going to say, I would have considered withdrawing, but I love the attitude you give." "You shouldn't." "Are you always like this? Have you never been flirted with before?" "I'm more than you know." Is all I say.

“Passing the time by batting your lashes, twirling your hair, and asking him if the bar had ‘something sweet’ on the menu.” Natalie gasped, clutching her chest. “Excuse me! I was subtle.” “Subtle?” I burst into laughter. “Subtle like a spotlight at midnight. Subtle, like neon lights flashing ‘Natalie is flirting with you.’” She elbowed me lightly, though she was laughing too. “You’re exaggerating.” I gave her a sly grin. “Bet you were this close to writing your number on a napkin.” Her eyes narrowed, but her smile betrayed her. “Okay, maybe I thought about it. But still—what else was I supposed to do while you were brooding over Damon?”

she said sarcastically again. What a mouth that woman had. “What are you talking about? I was flirting with you.” as soon as I finished talking, she exploded into a hearty laugh. “Flirting?” She repeated wiping a tear from an eye.” You have serious problems if you think that was flirting. “Then forget what I said.” I murmured smiling at her.” But, are you going to deny that you feel attracted to me?” She parted her lips in surprise. “Well... I’m won’t to deny that visually, you are well structured, I mean, you look like a football player.