Cheesy One-liners For Her Novels & Stories

I asked, now unable to hold my snicker. "Well..." she paused and thought for a second. "I use it, and I am a person, so technically, people use the term," she said with a grin. "You're the worst," I burst out laughing so hard. "That's why you love me," she said laughing too. "Plus there is no way in hell, I'm kiss-fucking Lucas, or whatever."

I drawled as I whispered into the ears of the hot girl. She smirked and twirled. Then she faced me, "cheesy." I shook my head as I raced a finger. "I bet my ass that you haven't heard that line anywhere before," I told her confidently. "You're so sure," the girl raised a brow. "I might have heard it somewhere," she twirled strands of her hair around her finger. "No worries. It would only take me a minute to make up another line. She giggled and slightly pushed me on my chest with a finger. I in turn placed my palm on my chest and staggered back dramatically.

Weston said, running back into the room. “She could have stayed, I don’t give a damn who smiles like a donut for you,” she said, rolling her eyes. I laughed at her joke involuntarily, I loved that she was actually funny. Not even just in her sarcastic way. “You know it's only you from now on sweet cheeks. Just like we know, you won’t be with anyone else. Looks like we’ll get to see if those banana lessons paid off,” I said, smiling and leaning back into the couch.

Just a small teasing her cheeks would get red, as she shyly turns away from me. Athena: Nope I'll overthink what will you do? Woah! What's gotten into her with this mood. Is she mad at me or something happened? I was about to ask her, But I decide against it and texted her. To Athena: You can never dream of those things, Mi amore. Trust me, You would never know. Hehe! I decided to tease her with those double meaning lines. Athena: What are those things? Are you gonna buy me cotton candy ice-cream or chocolates or milkshakes.

She was slightly taken aback and asked, “Huh? What did you make?” “Wonderful fried rice,” he replied with a wide smile, leaning against the wall with cross arms. “Why is the fried rice wonderful?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Because it’s for my wonderful wife,” he replied with a mischievous grin. She let out a low chuckle and said, “Where did you learn all of these cheesy lines?” “Why? You don't like it, do you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, I totally hate it,” she replied, smirking.

She said with confidence and I burst out laughing so loudly, She won't cease to amaze me, So funny and annoying. "What did you just say?, Wait are you a girl at all, This what lack of a boyfriend can cause. You don't even have lines of words or sweet words in your mouth to make someone go crazy and you feel you've said something reasonable" I pointed out and her face dropped in embarrassment but it didn't last for good five minutes.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

"That's an easy death. I prefer torturing someone to death... Say slowly slicing your neck while you watch... Or stabbing your knees and elbows countless times." Okay... She's starting to give me the creeps. "God! I'm just kidding. Stop looking at me like I'm some serial killer," she laughs. "I keep forgetting it takes an intelligent person to get my dark sense of humour." She just called me stupid but it's fine... As long as I'm not getting my neck sliced or my elbows stabbed... It's fine. "You can go for a break and eat those muffins with that mouthy black friend of yours," she blurts.

Until the day she finally found out and broke down in my arms. "It's so bitter," she cried. "Why do you keep eating it?" I'd stroked her hair, smiling like an idiot. "It's not bitter. Every bite is proof you love me. That makes it sweet. Without love, even the best cake would be too much." That memory felt far away now. At some point, Vanessa pulled out a slice of cake, trying to sound playful. "Ugh. I still can't hide anything from you." I smiled. Took my time.

"Chilling. Professional chiller. That's me." "You vibrate with energy," she said dryly. "You're the least chill person I've ever met." "I contain multitudes," I said, flashing her a grin. "I'm like... a whole snack and a caffeine rush rolled into one very handsome package." She laughed, full and real this time. "You're an idiot." "Maybe," I agreed. "But I'm your idiot." That earned me a soft look, the kind that made something weird happen to my chest. Like my ribs got too tight, and my heart forgot how to beat normally.