Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

Don't know how everything I said made sense at all because my rage at that moment was already consuming my sanity. "What the hell? How is that flirting, then?" Her finger pointed at something outside the shop. "I smiled at your bodyguard, I was flirting with him? I smiled at your driver, I was flirting with him. I smiled at Mishka before we left, I was flirting with her. I could smile at a bloody rock and you will also assume I am flirting with it!" "I just don't want you smiling at other people, Agathe! Did you hear me? I want you to smile just for me!"

“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”

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.”

Then he met my eyes and smiled shyly at me. There was a light tint on his cheek that I couldn't help but admire. I smiled at him. "That's pretty sweet even for you, Nate." I told him. "But thank you. I really appreciate it. It's actually nice talking to someone who can relate to what we're going through." This time, Nate's face suddenly turned flirtatious as he curtsied. "Glad to be of assistance to you then." He looked up and winked. "Tell me, my lady. Shall I have a kiss for a payment?"

He should smirk, like fooling around, so I can disgustingly glare at him, but why a smile? Why are you damn frustrated with that freaking smile??? “Don’t smile at me like that,” I annoyingly spat. “Oh, does it bother you?” he asked, “Then I’ll gladly do it often.” He uttered, curling his lips even more with pleasure. Nah, you damn idiot, he literally lost it, finally. As he playfully twitched his lips in different curves, planning to annoy me, his stomach growled, inducing him to lose his face. “Seems like fate gave your karma overhead,” I smirked next. “Serves you right.”

And then he smiles — too sweet, too disarming, the kind of smile that makes my stomach flip in the most irritating way. “Hm?” His brow arches, his tone lazy, as though he already knows I’m flustered. God, this man. He’s doing it on purpose.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

~Elena~ He didn’t move when I shoved him. Not even a little. He just stood there and I swear on every version of reality, the worst part wasn’t that he didn’t flinch—it was that he smiled. A kind of, male smile that starts at the mouth but spreads to the eyes, the kind of smile that says you’re already mine, little girl, whether you realize it or not. “Feisty,” he murmured, like he was tasting the word. “I like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised. I thought you said I was charming.” “You are,” she admitted with a dramatic sigh, bumping her hip against mine. “Annoyingly so. But come on, I’ve been here longer. Either you’re some kind of magic tip magnet or I need to start flirting harder.” I feigned offense. “You think I flirt with customers? I’m wounded.” She smirked, raising a brow. “Don’t play innocent. You do that thing—you know, that warm smile, all eye contact and subtle leaning. I’ve watched you.”

We kept kissing till we were both out of breath then he stopped. "You look adorable when you're furious." He smiled at me "Oh my goodness!! That cheeky smile of his. I won't waver." I thought and I subconsciously shook my head which got him laughing "Adorable?? I'm not a little girl." I said "But you are my baby girl." He winked "What a flirt!" I hit his chest playfully