Novel & Cerita Cheesy Valentine's Day Pick-up Lines

"Lillian, not everyone's mind is in the gutter like yours!" "And even if something had happened, would I still be letting you stand here and yell at me about it?" "She's my friend. We need to build chemistry for the cameras. Of course we're going to be close." "You're paranoid, obsessive, blowing every little thing out of proportion. You sound like some bitter housewife running surveillance." Every accusation landed like a rusty blade, sawing back and forth across a heart that had already gone numb. Then a lazy voice drifted in from the doorway.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Valentine’s Day “Did I pass the application review?” I asked into the phone, a small smile appearing on my face, I was so confident and happy, ready to rejoice. “Ms. Valentina Chandler, we thank you for applying to our company, we genuinely appreciate your effort and interest, however, we regret to inform you that we are unable to proceed with your application.” I felt my heart sink, that wasn’t the information I was hoping to hear. “We appreciate your interest and cooperation, and we look forward to seeing you sometime in the future.”

His hand tightened on my waist, I smiled feeling content at the sound of his laughter. "One question Caden" I said feeling sleepy. I was drifting asleep, but Caden's firm hand on my waist jolted me awake. "Ask" And I did "Would. . Would you love me if I was a cockroach?" I fell asleep to the sound of his laughter. __ Xavier's word keep replaying in my head, and I do everything to forget it. "I'll like flowers" I say to the woman, because it's valentine's day and also Vanilla's birthday

He got into the driver's seat all the while laughing. "All the love in this stupid heart of mine is for you. Do I need to tell you that?" He said entwing our fingers. "Yeah! You're right. You're heart is stupid ." I said still huffing. "Because it fell for you fucking hard, my love." He said kissing the corner of my lips. And I couldn't help but smile at him. Soo cheesy! "I hate cheese. You're too cheesy!" I said. "You love me alot, I know my tiny temper." He said kissing the tip of my nose.

“What, what? What part did you not hear? It’s Valentine’s day. Go spend time with your mate.” His eye widens, “Valentine’s day?” “Yeah, maybe you heard of it. Hearts, chocolates, baby angels shooting arrows at your ass, you know... love.” I even make little fluttering motions with my hands to get it through his thick head. “I lost track of the days. She made dinner... Fuck.” Without another word, he picks up his keys and sprints out of the room. “Love you too, Bronxy!” I call out as his footsteps pound down the hallway.

Oh no. Cassie immediately choked on her juice. I stared at Valerie in shock because holy shit she actually brought it back. Dominic lowered his coffee cup slowly and I caught the corner of his mouth twitching before he hid it immediately behind another sip. The bastard was enjoying this. Madeline blinked rapidly. “Excuse me?” Valerie tilted her head innocently. “Like… pick a struggle?” Jesus Christ. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard trying not to laugh because the way Valerie delivered it; syrupy sweet with that fake innocent expression was genuinely lethal. Madeline looked like somebody had slapped her with a diamond handbag.

“And I want to court you to be my girlfriend.” Even worse! I shrugged my head in disapproval. “You’re joking.” “Do I look like it?” “You don’t look like a clown but damn, you have a talent to be one,” I spat in annoyance. “What did you even saw in me? I’m not even beautiful!” “You are! I was in fact, blinded by your dazzling beauty,” I frowned at his clichéd pickup line. It was so cheesy I wanted to puke again right now to turn him off. I always hated awkward moments like this.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

"It's fine. Just remembered—I left your gift at work." Our anniversary and my birthday fell on the same day. We'd made this dumb pact to swap gifts every year. I always designed him a suit. This year was no different. Before the cheating bomb dropped, I'd already drawn it up. Took me three months to finish. Derrick sighed but gave me that soft look. "Can't ever win with you. At least blow out the candles first—I made ice cream cake. It's gonna melt." I nodded. He grinned, pulled me over. We blew them out together.