Bad Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I say and that earned me a smirk. "Oh really now?" He said teasingly. "Oh, my poor heart, I don't think it'll survive this trip." He laughed at that so hard and I don't think what I said was that funny. I couldn't help but giggle again. "You're making me so high, Aria. I don't need this champagne with you here." "Is that your pickup line? That's terrible. Who made you say that?" "Nobody, silly. I'm just stating how I feel."

I shot him a sideways smirk, letting a hint of disdain creep into my voice. His smile faltered, “I just thought you looked like you could use some company.” “Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’m doing just fine on my own. So why don’t you take your mediocre pick-up lines and save them for someone who’s interested?” I turned back to the bartender, signaling for my drink to be served faster.

I tell him just to mess with him, but in my mind I already know that I'll be baking him the cookies once we're done in the pool. Savio shrugged. “I need it so I can give the ladies some sugar.” I snorted as I made my way over to Anna, Ellie and the twins. “You are absolutely impossible. Do those pick-up lines actually work?” “No,” Tristan said at the same time as Savio said, “Yes.” Tristan waived him off. "You should've gotten a lollipop or a downward arrow instead of a bull, it would've sent a clearer message." Tristan tells him, and I can see a smirk on hid face even though he's doing his best to hide it.

I will not stoop that low as to flirt with just any average Joe. Tonight’s live band was an extremely popular local band, who always brings in a great crowd. Unfortunately, it also brings in all the assholes that think they’re God’s gift to women. The cheesy pick-up lines that I’ve heard over the years could be made into a Book for Dummies…literally. I can’t even deal with half the idiots that think spending their hard-earned money at the bar, with shitty pick-up lines that will lead them to meeting a good woman that they can take home to their mama. At least not at this bar. The only thing they will pick up and take home is an STD.

“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.”

I genuinely adore this beauty, but there's something else that my eyes wanted to see, and I became quite bucked up when I saw a piece of paper. I opened it and read the notes. "Just like these yellow daffodils in an empty garden, your smile also paints my world with the brightest colors." I chuckled after reading that pick-up line. "I didn't know that he could be this cheesy." Yup! The Garren Montreal has been writing me some pick-up lines along with the flowers he gives me like a high school student who's confessing to his crush. It's cringe-worthy, but again, there's this weird, indescribable bliss that I feel because of these simple letters. It makes me desire to always look forward to th

"God, you’re impossible. You know, you’re lucky I like you enough to keep trying." Ace took another sip. "That’s not luck. That’s my curse." I rolled my eyes. "Damn, you’re so dramatic." "And you’re so persistent. It’s almost impressive. Almost." I leaned in even closer, my voice teasing. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re afraid of falling for me." Ace snorted. "That’s cute. But if I ever fall, trust me—it won’t be for you. More like down a flight of stairs after hearing another one of your weird pickup lines."

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."

“Boring.” It wasn’t surprising that he was mocking them. The contents of these little notes were utterly unoriginal, filled with cheesy pick-up lines. Some asked directly for her contact details, while others were more detailed: “I’m the guy sitting at your seven o’clock. If you turn around, we’ll be friends.” There were even some who gave their phone numbers directly, listing their height, weight, and hobbies, and claiming they had no bad habits, no ex-girlfriends, and were as pure as a blank sheet of paper.