Inappropriate Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

"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."

"But, babe, Are you made up of Fluorine, Iodine and Neon? Because you are so FINe" "No! I'm made of Nitrogen and Oxygen, and that's a NO" Pick up lines? Really? I know every witty comebacks to them. "You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend" He threw again. "And you look exactly like the guy I turned down two seconds from now" I replied smugly. He laughed, I smiled. Two can play this game. "But I want to give myself to you" He said again. "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts." I responded.

It says, “Look, I hate to interrupt your night out, but what I have to tell you is important.” I respond, “Lol. Fine, I will play along for now. I am bored anyway.” He types quickly, “You have to get out of this bar now. Don’t look around, just go quickly.” Just who does this guy think he is? What the hell kind of request is that anyway? “Dude, seriously. You need better pickup lines. I don’t give a fuck who you are because you are not my boss, so go fuckoff.” Yeah, I might have been a bit rude, but seriously, who does he think he is?

Typical pick up lines too. "Sorry, I don't need company." I told him straight up, frowning at him. My mood had already been messed up, the drink tasting sour in my mouth. "Come on! We all need company, pretty." He tried to touch my hair but I held his hand mid air, eyeing him in disgust "Excuse you? Don't you know what privacy is?" I flung his hand to his side. I was done. "A night with me won't hurt. Name your price." His rough palm gripped my forearm, stopping me. "I'd fire your little cunt real good."

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?"

I said, stepping away from him. "Wait!" he exclaimed. I stopped walking and glanced back at him. "At least tell me your name?" he asked. "It wouldn't be nice if I don't remember the name of the damsel I just saved." Wow, he must have really thought his pick-up lines would work on me. I wondered how many girls he had charmed with those lines. I must admit, he smiled at everything he said. It was somewhat annoying since nothing was amusing yet strangely alluring, as his smile made him even more attractive.

“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.”

They were so much moved by this pick up line that they couldn’t even allow him to finish. “I could search my whole life through and through and never find another you. If I had to choose whether to breathe or to love you, I would use my last breath to tell you that... I love you.” “As the days are passing by, my love for you is growing strong. Please be mine forever. Please belong to me. You are my life's most wonderful song. Please marry me, Erica.” He said the last few lines and my fork dropped for my hands, not attracting them since they were all focussed on the proposal.

He’s pretty cute with his jet black hair that was styled perfectly with gel and his hazel eyes. “Hey, beautiful. You work around here?” The cute guy asked. Is that even a question? Why will I be in a multi-billion company on a Tuesday morning dressed for work and in an elevator if I don’t work here? Some people are just a higher definition of stupid. Seriously, who invented that crappy pickup line. Is that suppose to sweep me off my feet and make me fall for him? I mentally rolled my eyes at how stupid some guys can get. “Hey, is it that what it looks like?” I asked with a small smile.

It is obvious why he came and it annoyed me that he will do it knowing that she is with me. “Have we met before?” I scoffed inside at his cliche pick up line. Dude a teenager can do better than this. “I don’t think so,” Kamaria said politely and turned away from the guy to speak to me, effectively dismissing him but he wouldn’t take the hint. He tapped Kamaria on the shoulder to get her attention. “Don’t be like that baby, why don’t you give me your number and we can talk more over a glance of wine, and may be something more,” he flashed her a charming grin that I am sure has gotten him into a lot of girls pants.