Abc Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

"Can’t you see that I’m carrying Jace’s unborn children?" Abel’s smile didn’t falter. He took a slow sip from his glass, looking at me as if I were nothing more than an interesting puzzle. "Well, Jace doesn’t think that way," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "How about you leave him, marry me instead, and then tell everyone that the kids are mine? I’m ready to take you to the moon and back. No one will ever talk down to you again."

"I'm so sorry." "It's fine." The man blushed, smiling at her sheepishly. "Miss, which group are you in? I haven't seen you before." Abigail looked confused. "What group?" "Ah, so you're not from our club. No wonder I haven't seen you around. With a beauty like you, one glance would be absolutely unforgettable." The man took out his phone, his face flushed as he spoke. "In this vast sea of people, meeting you must be fate. How about we exchange contact numbers?" His pick-up lines were incredibly cheesy, but he seemed oblivious.

Abigail replied honestly. "So, you want to switch your role from being a friend to being Cinderella's fairy godmother, huh?" Jonas asked sharply. "Well, you could say that. Or you can say I want to be a matchmaker. Call me a love broker if you want, up to you. The main thing is, I want Via and my uncle to stop acting masochistic and make them express their feelings to each other. 'Happiness is pursued,' bro," Abigail said casually before taking a big spoonful of food. Abigail and her eating style were anything but graceful.

I don't want to give him the wrong idea. We get out back and there are string lights and we headed out to the patio furniture. There were enough seats for all of us. There were two long ones that sat two people each and one chair for one person. I quickly pulled jerica down beside me. Abby and Brock sat together. Alex sat in the chair alone but pulled it next to me. Geez. This guy isn't taking a hint. There is a coffee table in the middle. Abby put all our shots down. "Let's play Truth or drink!" Brock immediately starts pouring us all a shot. "Yeah, lets do it." Brock says. "I'll start. What do you drive?" She asked. "No car." I said. "BMW." Alex said. "Benz truck baby!" Brock shouts. "Hond