Flirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

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?

Ruby retorted, not holding back, "I know you're the last person to care about rules." The smug smile on Florence's face transformed into a genuine grin as she playfully flipped her hair. "Oh, I like that. Give me more compliments." Ruby chuckled, catching on to the playful banter. "Are you serious?" "Absolutely," Florence replied, embracing the light-hearted exchange. "Hmm, let me think," Ruby said, matching Florence's stride as they walked hand in hand towards their class. "I must say, I really like your new haircut. Not everyone can pull off neon blue highlights, but you rock them."

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”

I turn around and bend over, his crotch is on my sensitive part, it's like we're having sex but with clothes on. What he thinks is entirely up to him. I'm a flirty person. My life has been completely wrecked. I should find a method to survive and exact my retribution. He embraced me. "What exactly are you doing, lady?" I've still got my hips on him. "Nothing," she said, then grinned sweetly. "Oh, fuck it, come on!" Let's keep this going somewhere!" Then he drew me in, and I smiled. "Success! "I finally drew this wealthy, modest man!"

He got me for a second, I forgot how to be smug. "Okay, Shakespeare. That was almost impressive." Do you flirt with every girl like this or am I just special "Depends," he said, stepping a little closer. "Is it working "Careful," I warned, lips twitching. "Flatter me too much and I might think you're serious."He smiled."Challenge accepted," Liam said, still wearing that annoyingly good smile. For once, I didn't have a comeback ready. Which was infuriating. The silence stretched—just long enough to feel like something could happen between us. Maybe become friends.

Almost immediately, a comment appeared from someone nicknamed "Flatty Patty" "Wow, who's the jerk? He's really scraping the bottom of the barrel if he's flirting with you!" Seeing this comment from her arch-nemesis, Fiona was livid. Her fingers flew over the screen as she replied. "Go to hell, you flat-chested witch! No man would ever bother with you!" Fiona tossed her phone aside angrily. Venting hadn't quelled her anger, it had only fueled her nemesis' mockery. This was all Frederick's fault!

"So, how was your little vacation in Italy? I heard things didn't go quite as planned." I smiled, expecting this exact conversation to happen. The Lilies contract still hasn't been announced yet as we're still finalizing the contract and specifications. “So actually, things went better than planned." My smile lit up my face. "Sometimes, you know, the best comebacks come disguised as setbacks." I said it cryptically, knowing that when the announcement was made, they would all be eating their words. "How philosophical," she said dryly. "Well, I suppose we'll see if your philosophy translates to performance. Some of us work hard to get our spots, not take daddy’s name to charm our way in. And I

Me: I think so too! I tap a finger against my chin, nervous about my following message, even though it's silly. Me: I saw your game, by the way! You were great! Lionel: Oh yeah? Did you watch the entire thing? Me: Yes! It was awesome! Lionel: The game or my juicy ass in my tight pants? I laugh at his message. I'm blushing, and I usually would deny looking at his damn ass, but he played well. So this time, I will just flirt back because he deserves to be in a good mood.

Instead, he typed: Nate: Maybe I like being bothered. He sent it. Then immediately regretted it. His heart gave an uncomfortable little kick. The reply came almost instantly. Max: Oh? Nate stared. There was something about that single word that made him sit back. He could almost hear the amusement in Max's voice. He typed. Nate: Don't get excited. Max: Too late. Nate laughed quietly. And that was the beginning. ---------------------- The flirting became a game. Neither of them officially acknowledged it. They simply kept doing it.

Everything is off with that! "Nope! All right I guess!" I scoffed, n the irritation making a turn. Back to silence, awkward and scary silence, making me really uncomfortable. So I decided to continue the flow if conversation, "You shouldn't have kiss me back then. It was sexual harassment!" I again began breaking it. When he laughed, "I know! But seeing you smile, I couldn't hold back." his flirty reply was maddening me now. "You are eyesore!" I gritted inside my mouth. As we were already very near the location.