Cursed Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

Ugly despicable man. Ugly and him. From where? He had no idea why none of his charms works on her but the same thought kind of excited him, well at least she was not moved by his looks or money. For the first time in his whole life, he finds someone cursing him cute. Weird but understandable. It's quite unbelievable that the word he used to laugh at now he was living it, love. Yes, he was in love, with her. She had wrapped him around her little finger but alas! The girl was too oblivious to understand what she had to done to him.

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

Scrawled in his messy handwriting were the lines I knew I'd have to chant while they used me: “I'm your cum dumpster, fill me up.” “Pound my worthless holes harder.” “I'm a leashed bitch who begs for cock.” “Use me, own me, break me.” And at the bottom: “Warehouse on Elm Street. 8:00 PM sharp. No delays, or we'll come get you and make you regret it.'

“Duh mister, I won't introduce you with someone who's just sixteen or seventeen years old, what is that pedophile? But of course, age doesn't matter for those who truly love each other” "Naks pick-up line ma'am?" "Yes you want me to pull your testicles?" “What the—”, hahahahahahahahaha I really can't stop laughing What is this woman saying? It's so gross hahahahahahahahaha "Hehe just a joke, but do you know Alexa Eunice Wilzt?" “H-Ha? Who's that?" "Oh hehe you can't fool me mister, you're obvious, so how did you meet her?"

“Feel every inch claiming this cursed pussy. This womb is going to take my seed tonight. I’m going to breed you deep — pump load after load until your belly is full and the curse has no choice but to bind to new life.” The breeding words sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit like a storm — violent and all-consuming. I screamed his name, walls spasming wildly around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through every nerve. The curse amplified it, making the orgasm last longer, wave after wave until I was shaking uncontrollably in the ropes. Cassian didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, groaning as my pussy milked him. “That’s it — cum on my cock like a good cursed girl. Squeeze every drop from me.”

They were so much moved by this pick up line that they couldn’t even allow him to finish. “I could search my whole life through and through and never find another you. If I had to choose whether to breathe or to love you, I would use my last breath to tell you that... I love you.” “As the days are passing by, my love for you is growing strong. Please be mine forever. Please belong to me. You are my life's most wonderful song. Please marry me, Erica.” He said the last few lines and my fork dropped for my hands, not attracting them since they were all focussed on the proposal.

I want to hit a clean cut punch on fucking gorgeous face,' that's what I exactly want to scream at this annoying man but I got to restrain my petite composure. Definitely I won't want Brendon to know my vulgar slang side. Most of the curses I had learnt from the managers of the dungeon. It's not something to brag about because I was just a slave getting cursed by those managers. Either way I'm going to get this crazy Delta wolf punished by Brendon. I climbed on the third floor's walls which was stretching to the left staircase. " Hey, psycho bitch. Get down when I'm being nice." Michael cursed walking towards me. I smiled and pointed out my middle finger at him. " Catch me if you can , fucki

"I curse all of you rich assholes!" "I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!"

“Honestly, girl, were you dunked in a curse or did you just bathe in failure and call it perfume?” “EXCUSE ME?!” From behind, the potato chimed in, deep and gravelly like some disapproving old uncle: “You haven’t washed your socks in three days. We can smell it through the soil.” “Okay, first of all—rude.” Then came the cucumbers. Synchronized sass. They literally swayed with each sentence. “Exiled…” “Unloved…” “Unmated…” “Unbathed…” “Okay, I get it!” I snapped. “I'm cursed, rogue, and a social disaster! But guess what? I'm still alive, so—ha!”

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.