Cheesy Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

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.

I could hear my heartbeat pounding louder and louder, my chest growing so tight that I couldn’t catch my breath. Although I had never seen this number before, perhaps Dylan had bought an extra SIM card without my knowing. I followed the number in her message history and found their texts to be extremely intimate. He called her “darling” and sent flirty, shameless lines—some so bold that they made me blush. It didn’t match the unromantic Dylan I knew. Then, a thought flashed through my mind. What if this wasn’t Dylan? Maybe it was just someone who sounded like him.

Her ecstatic cries filled the audio. A text message followed a moment later: "He said fucking me in your bed was the best he's ever had."

He said as I smiled at him, shining my teeth like a fool. "You are so cheesy," my head was fully rested on his shoulders, set diagonally. "I'm only cheesy for you." He rolled his eyes and shot me a wink. "And I'm also only cheesy for you." I declared, pecking him on the cheeks, he gave a wide smile at my response. I could see Ope and Fikkie from the corner of my eyes, feigning choking moves, mumu couple. "You are always cheesy all the time!" He pinched my nose

But I just did, you idiot. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Devon." This guy had some of the most rinsed-out, clichéd lines. No one had ever taught him how to woo a woman? He chuckled. "I'm an aging squirrel and you're a tough nut to crack. Let me try again." He cleared his throat. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm deeply attracted to you, but you think I'm full of...poo?" A smile crawled onto my face as I shook my head. This guy…

From sweet to sexual, how did that even happen? He just chuckled, continuing. "My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in." "God that's disgusting! Can you just stop with the dumb pickup lines?" "Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too?" "One more word and you'll be a dead human." I seethed, trying to ignore the furious glances of the teacher. "Your cheeks become red when you're very angry." He noted with wonder, pointing at my cheeks.

Chester heard her speak as soon as he opened the car door, so he turned around with a burning gaze. Charity became annoyed. “Why must I be the one wishing for you to return? Will you do it if I ask you to?” “Yeah.” Chester nodded. “If you ask me to do it, I will.” “If I ask you to eat poop, will you do it?” Charity asked sarcastically in spite of herself. Without hesitation, Chester answered, “Yes.” “...” ‘You win.’ Charity snorted. “Go ahead and eat it then. I won’t be satisfied until I see poop on your mouth.”

she said, eying Race with curiosity. Race took a deep breath and calmly said that cheesy pick-up line from two years ago. "I don't normally kiss women I don't know, but for you, I'll make an exception." He hoped that was the exact words he used back when they first met, but he honestly couldn't be sure.

I stood amidst the clutter and observed her icily before asking stiffly, “If I may ask, Miss Alice, how do you envision the role I play in your family?” Alice bit her lower lip and blinked daintily before stating, “I was thinking maybe you could be the baby’s godmother…” I burst out laughing. I found the entire thing comically absurd. “You want me, the actual wife, to become the godmother of a bastard child?” She turned deathly pale at this comment. Then, she began to sway and leaned against the doorframe for support. “I… I didn't mean that. I just wanted to express how much I care about you, Grace…”

But he sounded as fresh as ever throwing cheesy pickup lines. "Did you call to check up on me, angel?" He asked with a hint of tease in his voice. That guy is unpredictable. "Why in the world would I do that?" I asked. "Ouch. You should at least learn to care about other's feelings." He said in fake hurtful voice. If only he knew what he was saying. "What did you eat that made you so cheery?" I asked changing the topic. I heard him laugh at that. "You really wanna know?" He asked.