Mga Halimbawa Ng Pick Up Lines

Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger. When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic. If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side. When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie. When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media. At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing. The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her. I bury his parents alone. Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward. He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."

A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

What would you do when your sexy fiancé’s brother pins you to the bed, moans your name, and demands your surrender? Ava Morgan just witnessed a pile of shit—her fiancé having sex with his cousin. As a “good girl,” Ava should accept it and stay out of trouble. Instead she’s been drawn into Alexander Clark’s orbit—the notorious kingpin the whole town fears. • “You’re so wonderful, babe. Your eyes are beautiful.” • “Don’t cry, okay? Give me your hand.” • “What is this? Is this the baby’s clitoris?” • “How adorable! Touch it.” Pleasure floods her mind and nearly makes her forget her mission: she must secure power through marriage to save her family. If the affair is exposed, the consequences will destroy them. What will she do next? Stay, leave, or burn it all down?

Biglang tumunog ang celfon ko at ng tignan ko ito hindi familiar ang numero, binuksan ko ito at nagulat ako sa laman ng mensahe, "kumusta kana? saan ka ngayon pwede ba tayo magkita?" wala akong idea kung sino ang nagtext kaya sumagot ako ng "sino ito?" sagot nya ang bilis mo naman makalimot ako lang naman ang laging laman ng isip mo. sagot ko ulit ahh talaga walang laman ang isip ko ngayon kundi pera, pera ka ba? sagot nya, ibibigay ko sayo yan basta magkita tayo sa panaginip ko. napakunot ang noo ko at bigla akong nacurious kaya sumagot ako "sige matutulog na ako para magkita ko na yong pera na inaasam asam ko hahaha". saan kaya nya nakuha number ko at sino kaya ito? tumunog ulit ang celfon ko di ko maiwasan tignan "alam mo bang nakahiga ako ngayon sa pera, asam ko na katabi kita hihi, pero wala akong saplot ngayon sarap sana kung katabi kita" pero uminit na ulo ko sa nabasa ko di na ako sumagot. Tumunog ulit ang celfon ko, di ko maiwasan tignan, "ini imagine ko na katabi kita at hubot hubad ka din sinisimulan ko ng dilaan ang malaki mong ut*ng habang hawak mo ang nabubuhay ko nang t*t* nahuhumindig ito at galit na galit na gusto ng pasukin ang p*ke mo, ahh sarap ng labi mo pinapasok ko na dila ko sa bibig mo habang ang kabila kong kamay ay nasa baba ng p*ke mo sinalat ko ang hiwa mo sobrang basa kana pakiramdam ko gusto mo nang ipasok ko ang oten ko sa kepyas mo napaungol ako sa sarap ng itutok ko sa butas mo ang sikip bago ko tuluyan ipasok hinimas himas ko muna sa hiwa mo naririnig ko ang ungol mo." "bastos!" sagot ko..

"He was supposed to be cannon fodder. Now he’s the CEO’s obsession.” Sky Templeton thought dying broke was the worst fate. That was until he opened his eyes in the body of a doomed secretary inside a cheesy romance novel he once rage-dropped. The role? Cannon fodder, destined to be crushed under the heel of the cold and ruthless billionaire CEO, Dream Lancaster. But life gives Gloss no time to despair. A mischievous system binds to him with cruel missions: survive 100 days, raise the CEO’s affection score from -1000 to +1000, and…most terrifying of all, rewrite his tragic ending. Gloss only wanted to survive. He never expected to become entangled in office politics, fake dating contracts, or the dangerous pull of a man who despised him. Yet, with every mission cleared, Dream’s icy mask begins to crack, revealing scars and loneliness Gloss never thought a ruthless CEO could carry. Was this just the system’s game, or had fate rewritten both their stories?

Vivienne Alvarado secretly married Rogue Montague five years ago. Ngunit isang araw, isang magandang balita sana ang sasabihin ni Vivienne sa asawa niya nang makatanggap siya ng isang video kung saan makikita si Rogue, kasama ang kambal nilang anak at isang babae na kung tawagin nila ay Aunt Celeste, ay masayang nagdiriwang ng kaarawan ng mommy ni Rogue. Nadurog ang puso ni Vivienne kaya hindi siya nag-atubiling makipag-divorce kay Rogue dahil para sa kaniya ay panloloko ang ginagawa nito. Kahit ilang beses nagpaliwanag si Rogue, hindi ito pinakinggan ni Vivienne. Rogue had no choice but to accept Vivienne's decision. They went back to the U.S.—where they had married secretly—and got divorced. However, three years later, fate would bring them together again. At hindi inaasahan ni Vivienne na hahantong siya sa isang matinding desisyon—iyon ay kung papatuluyin niya ang ngayo'y ex-husband niyang si Rogue kasama ang magkambal sa kaniyang bahay sa gitna ng nararanasan nilang unos o hindi. Gayunpaman, akala ni Vivienne ay iyon lamang ang magiging hamon sa kaniyang buhay, ngunit nagkamali siya nang lokohin siya ng taong pinagkakatiwalaan niya at nang magkasakit ang kaniyang anak. Desperate to save her daughter, Vivienne had no choice but to auction herself off. But she’ll be shocked to discover who bought her: her billionaire ex-husband, Rogue Montague.

With mixed feelings, Jillian Moore goes to the casting of the new season of "The Super Model" to investigate the case of a missing girl behind the scenes. Before she knows it, she stumbles into a turbulent whirlpool of glamour, ambition and shady dealings. When, to make matters worse, she falls in love and has to shimmy from one lie to the next, her life seems to come completely apart at the seams ...

A fake relationship full of forbidden heat . . .Emilia Torres has everything she's ever wanted. After years of struggling to become an actress, she's finally caught her big break - a part opposite the hottest star in Hollywood, the gorgeous and charming Luca Fontaine.But her biggest role might be the one she plays off-screen, where she and Luca pretend to be in love.The rules for their relationship are simple: in front of the paparazzi, they play the perfect Hollywood couple. In private, their contract states that all feelings - and sex - are absolutely forbidden.It's the perfect publicity stunt - until someone wants more. Needs more.Sometimes, the truth is even hotter than the lies . . .Due to explicit scenes, this steamy romance is rated 18+.The Lies Between the Lines is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?