Playful Teasing Examples

When I faint due to my hemophobia after seeing blood on the training grounds, my mate, Alpha Yves Golding, is busy applying medicine to his assistant, Renee Lawson, who has only scraped her skin. After I wake up, the first thing I do is drag my weak and exhausted body to the Elders' Council to request something I never imagined I would ask for—to break my mate bond with Yves. Yves swiftly approves the request, then turns confidently to his Beta and says, "Come on, she's just throwing a tantrum. She's an orphan. Other than staying by my side, she has nowhere else to go. She can't possibly leave me for real. "Besides, aren't there three days left until the Council processes breaking a mate bond? When she comes back regretfully to beg me, I'll withdraw the application. As long as the process isn't finished, she's still mine." Then, Yves uploads a photo on Wolf Net. It features him and Renee standing shoulder-to-shoulder while showing off their muscles in the mirror. They are also gazing at each other with smiles on their faces. The caption reads, "Every bead of sweat deserves to be remembered." Everyone showers him with praise, teasing compliments, and blessings, and every single one stabs into my chest like a dagger. Still, I don't fall apart. I calmly pack my belongings and then pick up my encrypted phone. "Uncle Harrison, it's me. Please arrange a flight back to the Silvermoon pack for me as soon as possible." However, after my departure, Yves is the one who falls apart instead.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

"What is your name, little flame?" The young man asked, crouching down before the stubborn 4 year old. "Miwa... Iretomiwa." She answered with a dazzling smile. "Miwa... Iretomiwa...a beautiful name... what does it mean?" The young man asked tenderly and the little girl grinned. "...that you're in luck... because it means blessing has come to you..." The little girl replied in a childish teasing voice, the young man threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Blessing has come to me?...Miwa... Iretomiwa...my blessing." The young man whispered in a loving tone. **Cover art does not belong to author, all credits go to the original artist**

An ancient Texas native legend told the story of a Waya (wolf spirit) who was a guardian of wolves and a mediator between these beasts and men. The natives wait for a time where the wolves will choose another among them. A woman, delicate as a flower and cunning as a serpent, is chosen! Kate Vegas struggles between her fate with the wolves and a normal Kinney County girl's life on a farm near Brackettville. She is easy to smile, playful and kind to everyone. A sweet, beautiful girl could not have enemies, but her fate will bring her face to face with evil. Enemies are bigger than she thinks... She loves justice and will do what she can for everyone she loves.

“Spread for me,” he growled, his fingers brushing over her slick folds. “I… I can’t…” Celeste whispered, trembling, her body betraying her. “Yes, you can,” he hissed, pressing closer. “Show me… how much you crave me.” Celeste never expected her stepbrother to ignite a fire she couldn’t control. Every accidental touch, every heated glance left her trembling, yearning for him in ways both thrilling and forbidden. When Jace invaded her space, teasing, daring, and dominating, she was pushed to the edge. Desire coiled low, nerves screamed, and every inch of her ached to be claimed and filled by the one man she shouldn’t want. Forbidden, intoxicating, and utterly consuming, this is the story of a desire that shouldn’t exist… but can’t be denied.

"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?

Darian Mahesa, a 29 year-old man with all the privileges in his life. Besides being wealthy, intelligent, and always accompanied by success, there is one important thing he has yet to attain, which is love. Since childhood, he has been recognized as the sole heir of Putra Company, a business engaged in property and fashion, which has prevented him from experiencing love. For him, work comes first, and this obsession led him to dedicate all his teenage years to learning about the business. Raised by his dictator father, Darian became a firm, disciplined, smart, and reliable CEO, but also cold and untouched by any woman. His life takes a 180° turn when he decides to try something new. He wants to experience the thrill of spending one night with a girl, preferably someone who is still a virgin. Due to financial pressure, Fahira, Darian's secretary, eventually volunteers to offer herself to finance her younger sibling's heart surgery. Darian never expected that his playful act would bring both seeds of love and a lifetime of regret. Now, how will Darian truly win Fahira's heart, which has already been deeply wounded?"

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

“Marry me!” he said, seriously. She chuckled “Is that an order?” “It's a request.” “You know, you have this habit of not giving me other options when you give your ‘requests’” She said with a teasing smile. “There are other options. You either marry me, or I marry you or we get married. Your choice.” Angela, a twenty-three-year-old, is trying to make ends meet. She meets a stranger in a store and slapped him due to an argument not knowing he's her future boss. But when her future boss Tristan, enraged by her action, finds out about her past, he uses it as leverage to make her work for him as his personal assistant. At first, Angela resents Tristan for using her past against her, and the two clash constantly. Tristan is demanding and expects nothing but the best and perfection from Angela, who finds herself struggling to keep up with his high standards. As they work together day after day, Angela begins to see a different side to Tristan. He may be demanding and harsh but he is also kind and thoughtful, and Angela finds herself slowly falling for him. Tristan, too, begins to see Angela in a new light. He admires her hard work and determination, and he can't help but be drawn to her fiery personality. As they spend more time together, their feelings for each other grow stronger, but Angela is still haunted by her past, and she worries that Tristan will never be able to look past it. In the end, Angela must decide whether to let her past define her or whether to trust Tristan and let herself be vulnerable to love. Tristan, too, must decide whether to let go of his past and embrace the future with Angela.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.