Dark Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

It was deep and masculine. I turned slightly to see a man, perhaps in his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a goatee. He had deep-set, piercing dark eyes that any woman would find overly attractive, well, not me. I had a thing for blue eyes. A blue certain eyes that didn't even want me. "What's your name, angel? You caught my attention the moment you walked into the room with your friend." he smiled warmly at me, "You're gorgeous." I raised my brows at him. Was that it? His attempt to flirt with me. That was lame. It was the weirdest pick-up line I had ever heard, and it did nothing for me.

Then Chris asks, "Wanna hear some pickup lines?" Piper grins, "Sure." "Are you g****e cause you have everything I've been looking for," he starts. Piper smiles, "Good one." "Did it hurt?" Chris asks. "Did what hurt?" "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Piper bursts out laughing. "Wait. Your boobs look great in this dress," he says. Piper smiles but then remembers that it's supposed to be a pickup line. She has heard it before.

He asks, his grin widening just when I thought it couldn't be too obvious, he proves me wrong. I cringe with disgust, at his weak attempt for a pickup line. “Don't waste your time, I'm not from around these parts. I don't play the games you do but I would don't better, piece of advice, you can't fuck seclusion out your system and that smile, tone it down just a tad bit because it doesn't hide anything you feel inside.” His smile fades as he stares at me in awe, I look away for a second, scanning the room for Arielle.

“Put that down, you might scratch it… it’s limited edition,” Dark said, trying to calm her as if she were a beautiful Marian Rivera possessed by Godzilla’s rage. But Roxane didn’t budge. “Really? You remember the price of the dipper… but the price of my trust? YOU BARGAINED FOR IT!” She shouted, glaring at Dark, holding the royal dipper like a weapon of emotional destruction. Dark swallowed. “You look so beautiful when you’re angry, Honey… like the dipper is giving a warning shot.” He grinned despite sweating bullets.

He moved his eyes to my legs and murmured. "Why do I need a pickup line when I could get whatever I want in a blink and you are not an exception, I could make you strip without moving a muscle.” I bite my lower lips, trying not to make a funny noise that will give me up. “wait, don’t tell me, my closeness is making you wet your pants already?” “What? You jerk.” I said in annoyance turning my gaze from him to the window avoiding his gaze. Jamie:

I beckoned him over, and he probably thought I was interested in him, so he came right over. He sat down on the stool next to me and started with the most clichéd pickup line. "So," he said, leaning against the bar with what I'm sure he thought was a charming smile, "what's a beautiful woman like you doing drinking alone on a Friday night?" There's one thing I've never understood: why do so many men overestimate their own attractiveness? I didn't answer him; instead, I let him lean in closer. "I'm David," he continued, apparently interpreting my silence as encouragement. "I work in investment banking. Just closed a big deal today, actually. That's why I'm out celebrating."

As they sipped on the wine, the man cleared his throat and tried to impress Fiona with some pick-up lines. "You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears," he said with a smirk. Fiona nearly choked on her wine at the sudden gesture. Then raised an eyebrow, making sure to look as unimpressed as possible. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not really into magic tricks." Undeterred, David tried again. "Are you an angel? Because you have a halo around your head," he said, gesturing towards the light above their table.

If he's smart, he'd back off. Dylan thought "someone" was a guy. Hopefully, he'd think so as well. And I'm back to thinking about him. Ugh. It's the weird pizza guy's fault. I cringe my nose and frown, tapping my feet impatiently. "If you were here with me, I'd never leave your side. Not for a second." Gross. That's hand's down the worse pickup line I've gotten in a while. Seriously? "Thank you." I mumble, biting my bottom lips in annoyance. Fuck, when will this pizza get off the fricking oven?

“And she’s got dark hair like you. Most times, that is.” Rachel laughed again, seeing that this handsome guy with sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a sexy stubble was doing the most just to get her attention in this noisy dig. She knew he had an arsenal of hot pickup lines, but he’d chosen a goofy one because he must have sensed that she vibed with goofy stuff. “But, if I’m being totally honest,” he continued. “You are way prettier than her, and that’s the truth.” “Easy on the sugar, Romeo, or you’re going to give me diabetes,” laughed Rachel, thoroughly enjoying this playful banter with the gorgeous stranger.

His face is wet. He is the most compelling sight I have seen in any elevator on any floor in any building. "Marcus," I breathe. "Mm." He wipes his chin with the back of his hand. "I want you inside me," I say. "Right here. In this elevator. I do not care even slightly." He reaches into his back pocket. I raise an eyebrow. "Hope," he says simply. Men with hope around in their back pocket for as long as they can be put to good use. I am apparently a woman who attracts hope.