Flirty Riddles Novels & Stories

She planted a kiss on my hair and whispered, "I'm sorry." I looked up at her and she kissed my lips. "Sorry, you're too beautiful."She winked. "Oh my... I'm jealous of you two,"Kim said. "I'm coming over ma'am."Ria walked over to her and kissed her lips. What's with this girl? She's so flirty around girls. I thought. "Ria, do you have a boyfriend?" "Have you ever seen me with a guy?"She asked. "No, that's why I'm asking."

I didn't know either as it turned out but apparently, no one listened to any of my explanations and just went on to assume that I was probably his latest fling. I hated being associated with that word. I wasn't anyone's fling and I sure as hell didn't want to be Erik's fling if at all I ever decided to do flings at whichever point of my life. He wasn't my type of guy, he was way too rich for me and didn't really fit into my simple way of life, but as it turned out, I was still powerless to stop the wild gossip and complete jealousy that haunted my every move just from that one harmless evening.

Just the pounding sound of my heart in my ears, and where are the flashing lights coming from? “Did someone kiss you roughly? Did you like it?” his hands find my tie, and I snap out of it. I slap his hands away from my tie. My head whirs to life. What should I say that’s flirty enough? I don’t want this, at the same time I do. “I did it myself.” I settle on the lame truth. His mouth lifts in a smug smile and he reaches for my tie again. “Good, because only I, gets to kiss you, roughly, softly… depending on how I feel.”

The words, simple yet profound, echoed in the silence of the night. “I missed you too.” Her voice, a gentle whisper, filled the quiet space between them. She leaned in, her gaze meeting his. “You and your annoyance.” she added, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn’t express. Chaos smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Are you flirting with me?” he teased, mimicking her earlier playful banter. The playful exchange, filled with lighthearted banter and subtle flirtation, created a sense of intimacy and connection.

I blinked. “What does he mean by Spanish fly?” I asked Zayne. I had only heard about Truth or Dare before. But ‘Or Spanish fly’ didn’t ring a bell at all. Zayne smirked as he murmured to me. “It’s a drink that gets you horny.” My face flushed instantly. Was I in the wrong gathering, maybe?

"I thought that was what you did with all the ladies. You know, flirting being akin to breathing for you." "I am a flirt. I don't deny that. But I don't make women dinner, or breakfast. I smile. We fuck. I leave." "Ooh, now that sounds fun. So once we fuck," she repeated crudely, "you'll leave." "No. I'm not going anywhere, baby. It's not the same with you." "And why would I believe that?"

Me: Yes, because we're not close. Ramil: We were close last weekend in Cavite, right? (laugh emoji) Me: I had no choice back then. Could you not act like we're close? Ramil: So, you're only replying to me now because you have no choice? Me: I'm bored. Ramil: I hope you're bored every day (blushing smiley emoji) Both my cheeks warmed up like the emoji Ramil used. Me: Hey, Ramil. Stop being flirty. Find another girl to bother.