Cheesy One-liners For Her Novels & Stories

"You're going to shoot me?" Finn's face looks devilish as he delivers the punch line. "Yeah, full of my cum," and then he does that one eyebrow lift thing men do. My uncontrolled laughter has me choking again and he pounds on my back as I reach for a drink. "That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said. I hope you've never used that line on a girl." "Oh come on, it wasn't so bad." He emphasizes the word come and then laughs with me.

But she opened her eyes as realization hit her. "Oh, God! I am such an idiot! How could I send him such a blunt message? He will definitely think I am a creep! My love story ended before it started!" She started whining like a kid and kicked her legs in the air feeling angry at herself. Her message was sent to him already and now she can't even delete it. "Please make me pregnant hubby!" ~~~~~ "When will this boy come? Every time, only work, work and work. He doesn't see anything else. It's already 10:30 p.m. and there is no sight of him!" A woman in her 50s said, pacing in the enormous hall of their giant mansion.

He whispered, rolling his eyes at how talkative she could be if excited. "Well, it's not a book or review I had in mind when I had asked. I just wanted to know if you could compose a cheesy one-line note that says without any misconception, the sex I had with you was great, but we aren't soulmates in an artistic way?" He asked his signature poker face expression on. She blinked. Was he really serious? She thought in a daze, no he wasn't, he would probably smirk anytime soon amused, right? She thought.

she turned to leave. “wait” She faced me, “yes?” “you don't have anything to say?” I wondered, suddenly feeling nervous “About?” “The challenge.” My voice was quiet. She chuckled, “I only wonder if you’re brave or stupid” My face fell, “he keeps insulting me,” I mumbled, “You’re weak.” she pointed out, “thanks I didn’t know” i grumbled “you’re welcome” My jaw nearly dropped, is it just me or does she not understand sarcasm?

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

Who would've thought he would hit her? "I told you I'd marry you. I said I'd make it up to you. What gave you the nerve to force her away? Do you think I would've married you if you hadn't saved my life? What makes you think you're more important than she is?" Joshua bellowed, his eyes reddened with rage.

Oh, fuck here comes the cheesy chat-up lines that Jack is famous for. She looks herself up and down before looking back at us and she generally looks confused. "Hmm jogging?" "Well feel free to jog yourself right into my bedroom any time!" "Haha, I'll keep that in mind, now get back to work so I can see them fine muscles in action!" She has a smirk across her face and even though they're just messing around I quickly realize that I dont like it.

“What are we doing?” “Romantic-type shit,” I replied, tugging her down the candy aisle. I threw a large bag of marshmallows into the cart, then spinned it around to where the chips were. Elena squeaked, and I loved it. It meant I had surprised her. I was quickly learning that she had a sound for everything . . . Disgust. Surprise. Happiness. Amusement. Sadness. Anger. Pleasure . . . “Cheesy ones,” she demanded.

And right now wasn't the time. "What I wanted to say to you was..." I created suspense, and she leered at me in curiosity. "That I miss you every time you are out of my sight," I ended up spouting a cheesy, cliché line, which wasn't a lie at all. Faith's cheek got red as she let out a laugh and said, "Shut up, that's not what you wanted to say." "Believe it or not, that's exactly what I wanted to say."

She would be the perfect fling for him, at least father is less grumpy and it was easier to talk to him these days. "I guess I am emotionally picky. Where are you headed? Let me escort you," She giggled again before telling me she was looking for some cheese kind of dessert. "Tell me, your human chef, is he in any way related to Lucius's cause that brother of yours has the perfect chef with an ah-maziiing talent for every kind of cheese dish I could only dream of." My smile grew just a little bit wider, her random words were really out of the blue and I patted her hand that rest on the crook of my arm and told her about our human chefs at the den.