Innocently Flirting Novels & Stories

I've been hopelessly in love with the same guy for years. The problem? He barely knows I exist. So when Ryder King—the arrogant, infuriatingly gorgeous captain of the hockey team—offers to help me win my crush, I make a deal with the last person I should ever trust. He'll teach me how to flirt, steal attention, and finally make the man I've always wanted notice me. In return, I'll help him pass the art class that's threatening his place on the hockey team. It should have been simple. Instead, late-night study sessions turn into stolen glances. Fake flirting becomes dangerously real. Every teasing smile, every lingering touch, every jealous look pulls me closer to the one man I was never supposed to fall for. Now my heart is caught between the boy I've loved for years... and the hockey captain who's slowly making me forget why I wanted anyone else. But when the lines between pretending and reality disappear, someone is bound to get hurt. And by the time I realize I've fallen for the wrong player, Ryder is already walking away... and I might be too late to make him stay.

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

On the flight to the World Healthcare Competition, the lead professor had been checking the samples of the experimental drugs for the competition. When he got to Sabrina, the junior member of the team, she blinked innocently and said. "I replaced all the samples with highly toxic reagents. I wanted to test everyone's emergency response in unexpected situations. "Not just ours, though. I secretly swapped the other teams' samples, too." In my previous life, I immediately contacted airport security and forced all flights to be grounded, narrowly preventing a global medical disaster. Sabrina was arrested for deploying hazardous substances, missed the finals, and became a pariah in the medical world after that. At the celebration banquet, my boyfriend, the lead surgeon, locked me inside a negative-110-degree freezer. He looked at me with cold, unfeeling eyes as he said, "Sabrina was just joking. You could've quietly switched the samples back. If you hadn't called the police, she wouldn't have been ruined, and she wouldn't have slit her wrists in prison. "You should experience the cold and despair she felt before death." They pressed the cooling switch, and so my blood congealed as I suffocated in agony in the extreme cold. … When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the flight. Sabrina was cupping her face, looking at the lead professor with bright anticipation. I quietly put on my eye mask and said nothing. I wasn't going to stop her this time. Instead, I would let the entire team die from the poison together.

Deprived of his father's love and cursed by a blind witch, Zebulun has had his fair share of hardship and spite in life. Despite being the only heir to his father's throne, he happened to be his father's worst nightmare and the pack’s laughingstock. For who would desire a son that can't see nor speak? Moreso a King! A total disgrace to the royal bloodline and to himself at that. He realized that he wanted to be different, a different kind of King, irrespective of his disability. Just then he met his betrothed’s slave, a girl whose eyes burn with fiery fire and has a skin like silk. Then like a moth attracted to a flame he was lured towards her, but he tried to quench his feral attraction towards her even though he could hardly keep his hands to himself. Slaved and bought by different masters until she got to the last cruel one, Lucinda has seen and heard enough to last a lifetime or two. Hearing the sweet tales of having a mate, she has always looked forward to meeting hers even though she does not have a wolf, never had and it never bothered her. What happens when she meets the blind and mute prince and realizes that he was her mate, what worse? He happened to be her cruel mistress’ betrothed? Will she fight for their bond or run away like she has been running from the origin of her nightmares or will Zebulun fight through the everlasting darkness he has been innocently plunged into and break the curse? Will they both be able to keep their bond a secret or give in to their fated needs? Read to find out…

Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case. "Desmond Cro'esnt, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I looked straight into Desmond's eyes. They are raven black and it does match his long, wavy black hair. "I do," he answered as he smiled innocently at me. Making himself look promising. Then, the priest turned to me. "Neiva Ariella Hillstone, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I still can't believe that I'm going to marry this man. He looks happy, waiting for my answer. His white suit is making him look even kinder. The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

Jami Anderson has a quiet crush on Reid Morton, her school's nerdy, polite, predictable Class Head. But when she finally gathers the courage to confess to him in a dimly lit classroom, she doesn't realize the boy in the chair isn't Reid. It’s Rhys—Reid’s identical twin brother and a chaotic, silver-pierced hockey captain who thrives on trouble. The hockey team bad boy...  Intrigued by her innocence, Rhys makes a split-second decision to play along. With the real Reid out of town for the holidays, Rhys steps into his brother's shoes, turning Jami's quiet world upside down. Jami is breathless, confused, and secretly thrilled by her "crush's" sudden transformation. The boy who was once rigid is now taking her to empty ice rinks at midnight, pulling her flush against his chest, and flirting with a dangerous confidence she can't resist. Jami thinks she’s finally unlocking the hidden side of the Class Head. In reality, she’s falling helplessly in love with the hockey captain. She has no idea her crush is a twin. And Rhys is becoming dangerously obsessed with a girl who doesn't even know his real name.

"Babe, are you not attracted to me?" Sylvia questioned innocently and Anthonio raised a brow. "You know I do. I love everything about you," "Then what's stopping us from Having sex?" She asked in an unfamiliar voice and He swallowed hard. "Silvia, I wouldn't want to hurt you and you know the consequences.... " "Damn the consequences, babe, my family has no right over me. I want you. I am ready to give you my body and virginity," She said holding him against herself, and Anthonio smiled. Silvia Winfold and Antonio Parker's love for each other became the building block of their family's long-time unending rage and hatred for each other. Silvia was ready to defile her family for the boy he loved, A decision that would cost them a lot since the horrific past experiences between their family were unfixable. Anthonio had always wanted to know the mystery behind his father's death since his mom had always shunned any word about his father's identity with a make-to-believe story that he had died after his conception while she also tried to hide her real identity as a notorious gangster from her son. With the pain The winfold had inflicted on Monalisa Parker in the past there was no way she would ever want anything to do with them except for cooperation for vengeful Revenge on Bruno Joe, Antonio's father who must remain dead for hurting her. Will Sylvia and Antonio be able to pull through the consequences and damnation that must accompany their love?

On the fifth year of my marriage with Stefano Calderone, his older brother, Don Giovanni Calderone, sacrificed himself to protect him during an ambush. When Stefano inherited Giovanni's position as the next Don, he also inherited Giovanni's widowed wife, Camilla Bianchi. Every night, after leaving Camilla's room, he'd embrace me and say, "Alessandro, you're my actual lover. Once Camilla gets pregnant, I'll register our marriage once again and ensure that you and our son will have proper positions in the Calderone family." For the next six months, he slept with Camilla 200 times in a row. At first, he'd only spend one night with her per week. But gradually, it shifted into a regular schedule of nightly visits in her room. After their 201st coupling, the news of Camilla being pregnant gets spread throughout the villa. Soon after, news of Stefano and Camilla getting married breaks out. My son, Niccolo Calderone, grips the hem of my clothes while asking me innocently, "Mommy, didn't Daddy tell us that he'd give us a home? Why is he marrying another woman, then?" I just ruffle his hair in return. "Daddy no longer belongs to us. But it's okay, Niccolo. Mommy will take you back to our real home." Stefano will never find out that I'm not as alone as he thinks in this world. The truth is, I'm the principessa of another powerful mafia family in Sirelia. I never wanted the position of the Calderones' Donna, to begin with.

She's the Alpha's rebellious daughter, he's the bodyguard hired to keep his hands off her. Dahlia Argent has spent years driving away every man her father throws at her. Flirting is easy but breaking them is even easier. Then Roman Wolfe walks into her life. Cold and Impossible to provoke. No matter how short her dress is, how sharp her tongue, or how dangerous her games become, the infuriating bodyguard refuses to break. Until one reckless night... One kiss, one forbidden touch and the man with legendary self control finally snaps. Now the bodyguard who swore to protect her watches her like a prey, growls at any man who gets too close and looks at her as though she's already his. But Roman isn't just another bodyguard. He's a monster wrapped in a tailored suit... a legendary Alpha whose name is spoken in whispers, a man powerful enough to make rival packs tremble and Dahlia isn't the only one who wants him. With assassins closing in, a forced marriage looming, and secrets capable of destroying two powerful packs, the line between protection and obsession begins to blur. Because Roman Wolfe has never lost what belonged to him and his wolf has already made its choice. Dahlia Argent is mine.

“I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I am married—" "To an asshole," Thomas interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. My eyes flashed with anger. "To my husband," I corrected. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your husband doesn't know or care that you're crying because he's in there flirting with another woman." My face burned with shame. "He's just socializing," I defended, frustration betraying my words Thomas snorted. "By trying to get into her pants." He smirked, moving closer while I retreated, the space between us shrinking with every step. "I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but my marital life is none of your business." "Only I can decide that." He said, his smirk twisting into a snarl I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “Say one more word and I'll have you right here and now" he said, his voice a low, husky growl. His finger traced the curve of my face, my heart racing and I felt my defenses crumbling. In a lightning-fast move, his lips slammed into mine, crushing me with a kiss that was both savage and intoxicating. ****** Two people, different worlds, with just one thing in common - Secrets. What happens when formidable sparks begin to brew and secrets threatens to unravel?