Novel & Cerita Flirty Comebacks

she flirted. I smirked, exactly what I needed—a distraction. "Maybe I was waiting for a bold lady to make a move," I replied, flirting back. Gaining confidence, she sat close to me, the scent of alcohol lingering around her. "Guess I earned some points," she said, batting her eyes. I smirked again, taking another drink. Then I heard her, yelling from a distance in the forest, "Why don't you face me, show that foolish face of yours!" she screamed in anger.

"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."

He shrugged. I wonder what's with him now. We were fine yesterday. “Are you okay?” “What?” He looks puzzled by my question. “I know you heard me.” I imitated his voice He chuckled. “using my words on me now, are we?” “Yes, you think you are the only one who always has a snarky comeback? I do too.” “Well my dear, your comebacks are lame.” I held my hand to my heart, faking a gasp. “Are you calling me lame? I am the most interesting person you'll ever have the chance of knowing in your life.”

“Run into a strange woman on the sidewalk and want to make her smile? Flatter her with flirty, sexy talk. Want to charm an old grandma? Flirt with her too. Want to intimidate someone or make them uncomfortable? Bring up sex. Need to distract someone from a serious issue? Throw out more sex talk. It is literally the only reaction you have in your arsenal of comebacks, isn’t it?” “Well, strangling you sounds pretty appealing to me at the moment,” I muttered, beyond disgusted that my plan wasn’t working, “if you need me to branch out on my proclivities.” “No,” she murmured softly and shook her head sympathetically, as if she felt sorry for me. “You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to h

I also quickly stood up to face her. "Oppps! Not so fast my dear!" I sank into the floor after she kicked me as I should have stood. Fuck! I bled because of what she did. Aunt Fely let out a loud demonic laugh because she saw that I was hurt by what she did. "Bravo, Sydney! Bravo!" She laughed again. "You're really like your mother, you inherited her stupidity!" She said laughing. Because I didn't get up right away, Aunt Fely sat down to match me. She violently turned my face to her. I shot her a sharp look. But instead of being scared she just laughed at me.

“I’m not seeing anyone. I got dumped recently, so I’m back on the market.” “Who dumped you? How could they dump you?” That made her smile. She’s prettier when she smiles. “I asked myself the same thing. How could he? Can he do better than me?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder for dramatic effect. “I doubt it.” “Flattering me is the right way to go. But I’m afraid I’m confused, professor. You just said nothing can happen. I don’t flirt without a goal.” I thought about telling her there are other things to do besides fucking, but I stopped myself. There’s a group approaching the class. I lost track of time.

Is it a joke or what? Okay, I need to calm down first and go with the flow. Chill. I breathed in and out before replying. “For real? Hahaha, show me an example of you trying to flirt. Wanna see how much you suck with it.” I replied. “I can’t think of anything to do besides flirting.” “You’ve been playing games all day, don’t forget,” I reminded him gently. It’s been a while since we talked. I’ve been juggling schoolwork and responsibilities at home, yet I still made time for him whenever I could.

All my nerves sparkle. “Flirting like a nob. How am I doing?” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then groaning. “Perfect.” My face is flaming, but I don’t care. The embarrassment is secondary to the excitement. Our bond is fizzling. He likes me here. “How do scavengers flirt?” he asks, his voice rough. “Usually, the male chases the female.” “Texts her and stuff like that?” “No. Like chases her.” I wriggle a hand free and run two fingers up his arm like legs.

“Are you trying to flirt or roast me?” He grins. “Why not both?” I bite back a laugh. “Maybe try a different strategy. Clipboard compliments won’t get you very far.” “Good to know,” he says, eyes gleaming. “But for the record, it’s not just the clipboard. It’s the way you talk to it. Very passionate. Almost romantic.” I shake my head, but I’m smiling now, the tension in my chest loosening by just a sliver. “Anyway,” Flynn adds, bumping his shoulder lightly against mine, “you’re lucky I don’t need fuel. Otherwise, I’d be a little offended you haven’t offered to cook for me once.”

My phone buzzed again. [Unknown]: you always offer your chips to people who don't appreciate them? Aaron read it upside down from across the table. "Okay, this person is either really smooth or really creepy. Reply." "And say what?" "Say something clever. Flirt back." "I don't know how to flirt." "You've been flirting with Damian for three months." "And look how well that's going." I rolled my eyes. I typed: [only when they're his favorite flavor] Three dots appeared immediately.