Flirting Bets Novels & Stories

“Liar. You wanna bet?” “Why would I bet?” “I am betting that you are wet.” “Are you crazy?” Her cheeks reddened more. “Prove me wrong. You are horny by merely looking at me. I know I am sexy, sunshine.” “You are flattering yourself." “Then prove me wrong.” “Look I have spent an hour cooking. If you touch me, the dinner will end up in a sex marathon and food will get cold. So, it’s a no.” “Fine I will just check and won’t go any further.”

He had insulted her by making sure that she was bet. Betted on a poker table! Yeah, That was so typical of Aslan. He was addicted to winning, and when he had realized that Elena won't come around easily, he had won her, making her his by hook or crook. Elena had experienced everything. She was betted, she was lost, she was won, she was raped, and she was loved. Yes, she was loved by him, but there was a pang in her heart now. She had always blamed John that he betted her, but she had never imagined that the thought of betting her was rooted from a man’s mind who claimed to love her. Yes, he didn’t love her back then, but the mere thought was proof that he could go to any length to satisfy hi

Then he reached out and straightened the collar of my shirt. His fingers barely grazed my neck before he dropped his hand. I went completely rigid. "You're doing it again," he said softly. "Don't touch me." "I barely touched you." "Don't." I didn't like the way he was looking at me, didn't like that I was still standing this close, didn't like the fact that my collar felt different from where his fingers had been even though that was insane. "The bet isn't a prank," he said. "And I don't need a statement or an apology. You know what you agreed to."

Belle publicly flirted with Grayson. "Hey, there, handsome. Why don't we make a bet? If you lose, you'll be mine tonight. And if I lose, I'll be yours tonight! What do you think?" The crowd lit up with excitement. The bet added an extra layer of excitement to the fight, where the winner would end up spending the night with the other. Noticing his silence, Belle took a few steps forward to try and touch his face.

She huffed. “Wanna bet?”. Lucy asked. Anna rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t like gambling.” She reminded her. “Tch! it’s not gambling.” Lucy said. “Come on Anna!.” She gave her the puppy eyes. Anna grunted in exasperation. “Okay fine!. What are we betting on?”.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

"She knew that Jason would be here," "What about me?" "No she thinks you're slut," he said making Jason laugh. "How do you guys live without your balls?" "Fuck off man," Andre laughed along with Jason. "So how is the bet going?," Andre asked smiling. "Haven't started," "Well since you haven't started I want to add something to it," Andre said. "What?" I asked curiously. "Twenty days no sex," he replied. "I'm not doing that shit," "I like it," Jason said laughing

“I’LL PLAY THAT DEAL OF YOURS, BUT LET’S MAKE IT MORE EXCITING. A MONTH FROM NOW, I’LL LET YOU HAVE YOUR FLIRTING GAME TOWARDS ME AS I WILL PLAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND. I’LL LOSE IF I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU BY WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN. BUT YOU WILL LOSE IF YOU KISS ME. DEAL?” "Run in a mill, or more likely a love at first fight?" ----- Anonymous -----

“So let's make a bet. Let's see how many times you can make her cum before I do.” Darling whistles. “Interesting.” “Winner gets bragging rights and Darling's full attention tomorrow. If we reach a tie, then we both win.” A normal person could see that he was being taunted and would react appropriately by telling this bastard to eat shit. I think it's clear what I'm going to say. I'm the furthest thing from normal. “Deal!” I brought a hand forward, and she shook. “How many times have you made her cum?” “Twice in one go.”

The sound bubbling out of me before I could stop it, butterflies going wild in my stomach, annoying and sweet and terrifying all at once. “I swear,” he murmured, smiling into my hair, “I’ll win just for you.” “Don’t get cocky,” I said, pulling back enough to look at him. “Reloading luck doesn’t fix bad aim.” He gasped, offended. “That hurts. Okay let's make a bet,” “What bet? Hasn't bets landed you in enough troubles?” “If we win, you let me take you out on a proper date. If I loose then...”