Inappropriate Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

she declared. "Geez, you could've given me a heads-up! You nearly gave me a heart attack," Bob grumbled. "Haha, my bad!" "It’s fine. I’d give you all my blood if you asked for it. Heck, I’d give you my life," Bob added, trying to sound smooth. "Haha, you’re hilarious. Do you actually use those cheesy lines to pick up girls?" Emely asked with a smirk. "Yeah... how did you know?" "No wonder you're still single. Your lines are way too flashy. Take my advice: bury that one and never use it again," Emely said, grinning.

I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip, the alcohol burning its way down my throat. “So,” he said, leaning closer. “Whoever he is, he must be a fool to make a woman like you unhappy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?” “Did it work?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe.”

I can't walk away, no matter how hard I want to. Larry Johnson is the renowned Casanova of the quadruplets. He might have a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop the girls from fawning for his heart. You could blame it on his no-fuss, short brown wavy haircut, face so cute and angelic like a child's, smiles so enchanting, and mesmerizing voice. He is too good-looking for his good, and the icing on the cake is his legendary pick-up lines. He knows just what to say to get any girl, regardless of her class, age, and Pack.

"What? You think I don't mean it?" "I think pick-up lines are just so lame and overrated." I shrugged with yet another sip. Yes, let me get numb. "That's not true. There are some pretty good." "Not there aren't. They're all cheesy and predictable." "No, hear this one: did it hurt? When you fell from-" "-From heaven?" I finished for him and rolled my eyes. "You just proved my point."

he says, flashing me a grin that could probably melt steel. He's pick up line is totally cliche, but I feel he knows that, and it seems fun to him. Normally, such attitude would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't cry myself out in the bathroom. I shake my head, my lips twitching. "That's pretty lame." "Is it? I better work on my lines then." He glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like you’re about to set fire to the whole place?"

his voice was smooth and small but I’d rather turn to stone than turn to look at him. He knew me so well, he didn’t wait for me to turn towards him. He walked towards me and stood in front of me where he knew I couldn’t turn away. The sun had gone down, a once glorious promising day had turned to a nightmare. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly and my teeth bared in anger. He was sorry? “I promise, it’s not what you think,” he said. The same age old pick up line men said after doing something irreparably foolish.

“Your balls.” “Okay I got you, Nick, I’mma stay behave. I’m going to keep my hands to myself” He smiled in absolute defeat. By now, he should already know that he can’t somersault me with his dumb pick-up lines. I got my pick-up lines too, and it’s always on point.

“We need to be careful. It seems easy enough, but it depends on how the girls react. We have to steer the conversation just right.” “Okay, I’ll keep my visions open for their reactions.” He nodded. “If you can do that, then you should do that with tonight's flirting, too. Think of what to say and then see how it plays out. Find the pick up line you know will work on them. Dude, honestly, that’s perfect. You can see if you’re going to mess up with what you say. How have you not been using your visions this way?” I asked, surprised I hadn’t thought of this sooner.

If it wasn't for the fact that she called him kid, she actually shook her head and again, turned her back to him and started organizing her books again. Chris makes his way over to her and I actually feel sorry for the kid. Does he actually think he stands a chance after she's already knocked down two of his teammates. I'm not a girl and don't try to pretend to know what they like in appearances, but I would have guessed the other two are the better looking of the bunch. I outwardly cringe as he opens his mouth to spew his pathetic attempt at a pick up line. “Feel my shirt. That's boyfriend material.” Oh, Chris, really? That's the best you could come up with?

I laughed so hard that I started to snort. “What’s so funny?” He queried. “You duh! You would set up a romantic dinner date without being crude about it? So what's your pick-up line? Wanna see my lines?” His face turned red with embarrassment and he laughed. “Oh my God, I will never live this one down!” “Never! I can’t believe you said that to me," I started to smile. “Well, what else was I supposed to say? You were mad at me for fixing your bikini and I was enjoying our banter.”