Bad Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Which was practically a lie because I have never really been on the receiving end of a pickup line but I was not going to succumb to his flirty behaviour. "Ouch, that hurt my poor heart, princess," Collin pouted, placing his hand dramatically over his chest. "How about I try my other line?" "How about a cup of coffee," I countered, ignoring his attempt at another pickup line. "I'm in dire need of a steaming coffee." "I saw a café on the way to the hospital. I can take you there, and we can try out my other lines," Collin suggested with a playful grin. **{••}**{••}**

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

he says, flashing me a grin that could probably melt steel. He's pick up line is totally cliche, but I feel he knows that, and it seems fun to him. Normally, such attitude would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't cry myself out in the bathroom. I shake my head, my lips twitching. "That's pretty lame." "Is it? I better work on my lines then." He glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like you’re about to set fire to the whole place?"

The worst chat up line in history. That was the instant I threw a shoe at him. And found him adorable. He dropped to his knees, hands in the air, and exclaimed, “I’m so sorry! Shit! When I get nervous, I say the most inappropriate...Shit! How am I meant to talk sense when you look like that?” “Like what?” “A beautiful, hopefully very forgiving Goddess! Let me start over? No more shoes?” Stood in the room, my arms folded, another shoe of Cass’s ready to launch at him I’d not succumbed.

“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?” Macie snorted. “That is the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Those blue, blue eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t a pick up line.” “Good thing, because it sure as hell isn’t working.” “Look. Let’s start over. I’m an artist. And I’d like—” “—to show me your etchings?” She snickered. “Har har. I really am an artist.” “Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.”

“If I am hungry, and I need someone who can help me with my hunger, can I go to you and let me have a bite even just in your lips?” I raise my hand and softly hold her face. I was about to kiss her, but she tilted her face. “Ha ha ha! Sorry, I don’t really know how to ease you. All I know is just a simple pickup line.” Simple? You call it simple? I nearly have a heart attack! I think you might also want to kill me! And then you call it simple! Is this woman insulting me!? “Stephen, hey Stephen! Are my pickup lines okay? Is it too corny?”

“I do not understand. I followed the pattern to the letter. Why can I not construct my own pick-up line?” “I think it’s because you’re trying too hard,” Kate tried her best to be the professional Human Affairs teacher again and keep a straight face. “You’re using your logic too much and your line of thought is very predictable. Besides, no girl likes being called a suckerfish. That’s right. I know what a remora is. We studied symbiotic relationships in Bio.” “OK, OK. Let me try just one more time today. I think I will get it this time. Ready?”

“I’m sorry for causing this. Please let me fix it.” “Causing what, babe?” I clear my throat and stand in the light of the fridge. “Causing me to fall madly in love with you? You’re guilty, and there’s nothing you can do to fix me, so we just have to adapt.” A wry smile models for me on his face. Damn him. He can’t even help how attractive he is. “You just have to steal all the good lines.” “Are they working?”

What's the essence of that contract if he keeps breaking the rules? "Myrtle, even before that contract, I already love you. You can't do anything about it," he replied and looked at me. Why is he so good at his words? Goodness! To change the topic, I immediately asked him another question. "Since you have a lot of money, do you think money can buy happiness?" "No." "Why?" "Because you're priceless." Huh? Did he just tell me a pick-up line? WAS THAT A PICK-UP LINE? I JUST HEARD FROM MR. SEAN KALIX ACKERMAN?

“We could do that.” “I love it when they’re so confident.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I’d ever heard. He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. “Um, hello? I’m not playing.” “Fine,” I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. “I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight.”