Cursed Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

Maybe I'm not thinking straight, maybe I'd lost my mind. "Bullshit! That bet was bullshit!" she screamed in horror. But sometimes, some bullshit phrase can control the biggest shit in your life. "You!" she yelled pointing her fist towards Cole. "you douche bag! That was your idea of making bet, isn't it?" she demanded while digging holes from her stares. "I beg to differ; I think a handsome bag can suit me! ". "Gush You-are-so-irritating," strikes she. "So, Amanda is ready to become a playgirl sounds interesting," Dylan chimed in." hey! Maybe I can teach you some of my pickup lines"

I'd hardly call it a meaningful friendship, she knows that as well as I do. 'Well, whatever she is to you, what will she have done to Addi?' ' If they've got to him first, he would have been collected.' ' Collected? ' I echoed. 'I heard Juliette say that. What is it?' 'It's what we do,' he said, walking back to the table and picking up the glass. 'We collect the cursed. People like you. People who can see our world.' 'I'm cursed?' I said. 'Do you feel blessed?' he replied, glancing at me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

A little confused, I pull the pants up all the way and look at Dean. “Mine too meet you, I'm Eliza Scott, the cursed rogue everyone loves to hate,” I introduce sarcastically. He chuckles and nods, pointing his finger at me. “You're pretty funny.” I smile for a second before letting it fall off my face, showing how unamused I was. “Why don't we go inside and talk? Hm? I'm sure you're hungry too. We have some of the best cooks here and all the food is hot,” he offers.

Then, as if something inside had snapped, he shoved the pie into his mouth, chewing desperately. "Is it good? Is the blood-stained pumpkin pie delicious?" I asked, my voice filled with disgust and hatred. "Is it better than Mandy's pumpkin pie?" I pressed further, purposely saying those hurtful words. Even so, Ethan continued eating, seemingly deaf to my words, his expression numb and his eyes empty. Suddenly, a piercing ringtone shattered the suffocating silence. It was Ethan's phone, with 'Mandy' flashing on the screen. Ethan hesitated, seemingly reluctant to answer. So, I snatched the phone and hit the answer button.

He didn't respond to me, instead, he took his phone from his pocket and dialed something. “Talk to her.” He ordered on the other line. Then, he handed his phone to me. I hesitantly took it and placed it on my ear just as he gestured for me to do it. “Hello?” “Hi there, little one. I'm quite fine if you're so inclined to know. I wouldn't mind visiting you one of these days, if you would be so kind to invite m---” Caleb grabbed the phone from me and ended the call. He was really strange, and so was his friend. They were a bunch of handsome weirdos, but somehow I felt they were harmless.

he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jessica remained silent, unable to speak through her sobs. Marcus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, trust me. You can tell me anything," he said, his voice soothing. After a few minutes, Jessica took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus. "I'm cursed," she whispered. Marcus's mouth fell open in shock. "Cursed? What do you mean?" he asked. Jessica took another deep breath before continuing. "I have this curse that makes me unable to control my sexual urges. Whenever I feel horny, I lose control, and I can't stop myself," she explained, her voice trembling.

Before blood starts pouring, something in me snaps and I look up at him, through the strands of hair that are now covering my face, through my narrowed brows and my half lidded eyes. “I’d rather die than allow someone to marry me to you!” I hiss at him, my throat dry, as blood starts dripping from my nose, making everything taste icky and metallic, my mouth flooding with some blood too as blood seeps through my lips when I speak. “Still have the guts to talk back, I see-” Father Cassimir smirks with a twisted grimace still adorning his already ugly and unkept face. “I’ll make sure that such behavior will be left behind, long before you crawl into my bed, witch!” he warns, grabbing me by my t

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

One of my abductors ungagged me and handed me a phone, saying, "Call your husband. We'll release you if he's willing to pay a ransom to save you." Eyes gleaming with hope, I struggled into a sitting position and made the call. Evan would definitely come and get me! He was at home waiting for me to celebrate our anniversary together! However, the call was rejected three times. On the fourth time, he answered, "What kind of trick are you trying to pull this time, Lyra? You want me to come and get you? In your dreams! Perhaps if you drop dead somewhere, then I'll consider handling your body for you."

they spoke. I was approved—but what are the tests? Kade sat there, not talking or making any gestures. Probably, he was thinking about the night he spent with Tasha that made her pregnant. At this point, I’m not looking forward anymore to Kade liking me back. I just want to end the curse and come out alive. “Go and rest—you’ll need it,” the female elder spoke again. Her smile reminded me of Linda’s. I walked out of the room, betrayed but strong, Tasha already flaunting her belly to everyone she met. Since the topic was about her and how she’d overthrow me to become the Luna, even the maids whispered about it as they moved, not caring if I’d hear or not.