Novel & Cerita Christian Pick Up Lines

I joke. "Two sexy chicks at that!" Christian says putting a hand on his hip and smoothing his hair down like I'd seen a few girls do before. He even finished it off with popping his head to the side and a high, girls laugh that sounded so gay I couldn't be too surprised if he tried to make out with a guy. "Dude, that was so gay" I shake my head. Christian rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "I'm not gay, I'm-" he pauses dramatically and flips his head and winks while licking his lips. "-Fabulous"

As he dials, he lifts his phone to his ear. “Hey, Kourtney,” he murmurs into the phone after it’s picked up after the first ring. “What are you getting up to tonight?” “Nothing I can’t cancel,” the woman murmurs, her voice low and playful. “Why, are you bored? Want to come over, have some fun?” “Twenty minutes,” Christian replies, his own voice hitching lower as he smirks, pulling open the driver’s-side door. “Wear that black thing I like.”

Storm. The line rings for all of one minute before Christian picks up, and I was right, I can hear the hidden laugh in his voice as he speaks, “Did you sleep well?” My body aches in places as phantom touches tingle all through my body. Christian’s voice makes me think of the sex we had yesterday, and a smile tickles the corner of my lips as I reply, “Like a baby. I barely felt any body aches.” Christian’s low chuckle makes my heart beat as he asks, “Even after I folded you like a pretzel yesterday? Now we both know that’s a lie.”

“Because I am not going to stand there smiling while he pretends we’re ‘good friends’ like he didn’t shatter my life six months ago.” There was a pause on the other end, then Lina’s voice softened. “Okay. That, I get.” I exhaled shakily. “Christian tried to make me go.” “Of course he did,” she said. “He’s got a stick between his legs. His gender thinks everything is a chess game.” I snorted. “He said running made me look weak.” Lina scoffed. “Men who say that have never been publicly humiliated at their own wedding.”

It gave me hope that he would hold on for at least a few years longer, but I knew how fast things like these went. “It’s both, I have no intention of letting you go so we might as well get married.” He spoke and kissed my forehead. “You’re scaring me,” I spoke with an awkward smile on my face and stepped back. “How come?” “For starters, you haven’t called me ugly or stupid in a few weeks.” I suddenly recalled. This new version of Christian was both satisfying and confusing. “Okay, so you don’t want to get married?” He spoke in his usual rude tone and rolled his eyes. Maybe I spoke too soon.

I asked, trying to shift the mood. “Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ in his mouth and tossing his phone lazily into the cupholder. “So… you drove all the way out here just to chit-chat about dead werewolves and family trauma?” He grinned. “Isn’t that what bonding is?” I rolled my eyes. “Cut the crap, Christian. How did you find me?” “That’s my little secret,” he said, winking. “Oh, come on.” “Nope.” He leaned back, one hand draped over the steering wheel. “Mystery’s part of the charm, baby.”

I guess he has that same trait with Zachary Maxwell. "Hmm. You are really something Kimberly. Well, since you've refused all my advances, I guess I'll see you at the party." He said to me sounding amused. "Maybe. Yeah." I replied to him. I waited for him to hang up but he didn't so I hung up the phone instead, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What did Christian want from me? He can't possibly have feelings for me too. Isn't he like friends with Zachary?

It was just a damn meet at the church for God’s sake. “Face the front,” I bit out when I felt the weight of his gaze on me without even turning. “I can’t,” he replied. “Why?” I frowned. “You look—” he paused, so I turned when the rest of his sentence didn’t come. “I look what?” I pressed. “You look like you belong to me,” He said. My eyes rolled, “That’s a stupid pickup line. And I belong to no one,” A weird sound came from the front, but Storm cleared her throat and kept her cool. Had she chuckled just now, or was I helucinating?

“Oh no, Christian. I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose earlier. I momentarily forgot that you don't like people touching you. That’s why I pulled you and refused to let go.” Christian’s expression darkened, his handsome face lifting slightly. “The occasional touch is nothing.” “For real?” Elizabeth didn't believe his words. “Hm, just…” He looked at her chest. Unable to resist, he glanced at it again. At once, she very astutely discovered his gaze, captured it, and followed it, lowering her head together with him. Christian turned his slightly red face away and avoided her gaze to hide his expression. He said coolly, “The shape of your breasts is not bad. They’re quite perky, so they probabl

As for Christian, his face instantly became dark and horrible, as if he had eaten sh*t. “Why? Do you still want us to rally people?”