Great Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I trailed his hand to his face, his very attractively punchable face. I sneered at him. He looked probably eighteen or nineteen. "Can I help you?" "No, but your gorgeous sister can," is that even a pickup line? I scoffed. I looked at Sapphire. She still had the fork in her mouth. She was staring at me as if trying to read my reaction. I frowned, my lips forming into a thin line.

‘Huh? Alex – ‘I am working on my pick-up lines. How is this?’ ‘Pathetic.’ I replied honestly. The swift topic change didn’t go unnoticed by me. ‘How about this – Are you Siri? Because you autocomplete me.’ I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at reading it. A billionaire working on pickup lines? Just wave some dollars in front of her and she’ll be all yours. ‘You can do better. Why working on it though? For Diana?’

“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?” Macie snorted. “That is the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Those blue, blue eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t a pick up line.” “Good thing, because it sure as hell isn’t working.” “Look. Let’s start over. I’m an artist. And I’d like—” “—to show me your etchings?” She snickered. “Har har. I really am an artist.” “Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.”

"Yes. It must be, well, the time is running out? They might be engaged by now. Hurry up!" "Look at his eyes, purse your lips and say, 'It must be because of the rain that you looked so great tonight.'" "It must be the what of what?" Denise scoffed. "That's not the best pick up line!" "Try it!" Jana snarled. "Just try and see how he reacts." "Oh, come on, Queenie. It's not even raining!" Denise cackled. "Okay, I'll do it. You're quite funny."

I tap his stomach with the wooden spoon and wink at him. He gasps and raises his eyebrows, "are you calling me 'fat'?" "No darling, I would never." I bite my lip, trying to hide the small smile from appearing and grab the pasta. Ready to set the table for dinner. "Bells..." He whispers as he laughs deeply at me. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me against his chest. "Josh! Look out, it's still hot." "Don't worry. You're way hotter." "Oh my God, that's even worse than the 'did u fall from heaven' pick-up-line." I laugh.

The pickup line and hypotonic rejection of my coming worked pretty well on me. I slouched on the chair in my room and replied "Okay.. there's no problem. You have to finish up your work right? It's nothing. Good luck with your work." "Babe, I hope you are not sad or mad at me?" He asked with a sweet calm voice that made me smile but I never knew it was a form of manipulative skill he had. " I was but no more hunny pie, I understand that you are busy so… I don't have to be a reason why you'd get distracted. I am not mad, '' I replied.

I appreciated. "It's fine, beautiful. I don't mind bumping into you over and over again, I'll be here to catch you always," he winked. "Can I get your contact?" He smiled taking his phone out of his pocket and stretching it to me. I watched the man unable to say a word, what kind of a man is he? Bumps into a lady and at that moment ask for her number, classic gentleman. And fills her ears with crazy cliche pickup lines.

“I don’t usually need pickup lines. And this definitely isn’t usual.” Fair point.

Kids these days! Simone was talking to Eva about some upcoming dance and I was chatting with them too until my fake boyfriend decided to text me and his cheesy pick-up lines instantly became much more exciting than the discussion of when and where to go shopping. Blackmailer- 'And lemme guess, now you feel awesome? Super amazing? Dance-all-through- the-night great?' I bit my lip, fighting a huge smile from spreading on my lips. 'No, I feel neutral. You aren't anything special.'

No wonder the poor guy fails. Quietly, I wonder why my friends—many guys, in fact—think a girl appreciates fancy pickup lines. Or some smolder face. Or ridiculous, practiced moves designed to be charming. I prefer to avoid coming off like a dude with “mad game” and it pays off in spades, even without my trying.