Cursed Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

He raised his left brow at me and his upper lip curved up in a mischievous smirk. "Really! First of all, I'm not a boy but a tall, handsome, powerful, and sexy man. Secondly, I'm eager to bear the consequences. If you are the one who gives punishment, then it will not be a punishment but a prize." Now he was grinning triumphantly and I stared at him in amazement. "I don't know what sort of pickup line book you have been reading lately. You have been saying a lot of cheesy stuff. Cut them off and come here quickly." I said in a serious tone.

I sigh sadly. "I feel like a library card since I've been totally checking you out!" He exclaims, again. "Did you notice that I'm like a best seller? Currently unavailable." I raise my eyebrow. "If you were a McDonald's burger, you'd be the McGorgeous." Lame Alert! "Thanks, Ronald, but I've already talked to enough clowns tonight." I scoff. "Excuse me, does this napkin smell like chloroform to you?" "Not as much as that pick-up line smells like desperation." I laugh so loud after this.

"Not without a kiss" "Have you gone mad?" "Yes, in your love" "Ha, ha, ha... Very funny! It is a very cheezy and old line. Try something new" "I don't know anything. I want a kiss otherwise I won't cut the call" "It's ok then I would disconnect"

"Did I hurt you, Viv?" "No...Um...You...You're tickling me," I lied and let out a nervous laugh. "Como ti senti, Viv?" Cammie came to ask in her perfect Italian accent. Then Alyssa jabbed her in the ribs. "Cam, you're not speaking in English," Alyssa reminded her. Cammie frowned for a minute and then banged her forehead with her palm. "Oh sorry! I forgot to switch back," she said. "Cammie just started babbling the language all day today," Alyssa told me, "I think she wants to impress our hottest newbie."

“Wait, don’t tell me you haven’t gotten some sugar from your new bride.” I balled my hands in tight fists to stop myself from slamming them into his shit face, but if he kept pushing me, I just might. “No….” He drawled out, followed by a loud rumble of laughter. “What? No way!” His laughter got even louder. “You haven’t….no!” He continued amusing himself, cackling loudly. I didn’t blame him. I always fucked my new brides the second their feet entered my house. I was always very eager to pleasure myself and more importantly, break the curse.

Instead he was insulted in front of that bloody lady. With the smiles I feigned, I thought he would fall for it, but he didn't fall for the smile. Instead, he is just so annoying. I could see the excitement in her eyes when she is pronounced as the acting Alpha. She couldn't just reject the position like always. She is just foolish.. I know the Alpha picked her because of love. I doubt it if she loves the Alpha at all. She is just a monger. I wanted to let go when grandpa told me about the curse, I wanted to quit when he explained how they are fated to be one, because I know I have no chance against them.

"Do you know that kidnapping is illegal? What do you think this is—your private backyard where you can just grab whoever you want? Let me go right now, or I'm calling the cops! I unleashed a torrent of every Crisean curse I had ever learned and phrases he couldn't understand, until I was practically spraying spit in his face. He did not get mad and barely frowned. As he quietly watched me vent, the cold smile in his eyes deepened. When I was finally hoarse from yelling, he said in flawless, Lemurian-accented Canverlian, "Are you done cursing?" Then, in his broken, clumsy Crisean, he repeated my words one by one in a tone that sounded innocent and confused, "Fucking… wrong… with you?" As he t

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

Silas had demonstrated it to me when I was a child. Bloodline cures. My breath stopped. “No…” I whispered. The curse which Lucius so constantly imagined was necessary to heal, was incorrect. I glanced through the page more and more rapidly. The Alpha Bloodline Curse has no cure in getting children. It’s in the mom’s line.” My knees went weak. Not in kids. Not in an omega. Not in a mate bond. In his mom’s blood. I seized the corner and read the following lines. This will not be cured by heir blood, mate blood, or omega blood. Only mom’s magic can fix it.”

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.