Nasty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

The way he said it disgusted me, making me roll my eyes in disappointment, did I look that cheap, and why were men always acting like this? His pick-up line was on level zero, he wasn't even able to impress me. "What do you say?" He still insisted with a naughty smirk on his face, and my answer to him was a simple no. I told him I wasn't interested, neither was I ready to face any questions that he had to ask because I wanted to be with someone else tonight, and not him. "Are you sure, I'm pretty big down there…" he was trying to act enticing, but instead of paying any attention to him, I gulped down the drink the water had given to me, dripping the glass for another round.

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.

I gasped in false hurt “No, my lady. I would never, the only thing crazy about you is how you drive me “ he winked flirtatiously “That’s a horrible pickup line “ I informed him. “Maybe -but believe me, I’ve got a whole lot better, they’d bring you to your knees“ he boasted. “bring it on” I laughed. We were having lunch together at the school cafeteria. “There’s something on your face, “ he said and wiped the corner of my mouth with a paper towel and for some reason, a blush crept up my cheek “ thank you” I muttered biting my lip “You look cute when you blush” he whispered and it made my blush go even deeper.

Immediately, that stranger aroused an immense dislike in me, as he looked down at my body in an undisguisedly malicious way, like the perverts who used to frequent my mother's house, from whom I had spent my entire life running away. — Oh my! Did I die, go to heaven and now I'm being welcomed by an angel? — he said, staring at me with perversion. Would that ridiculous pick-up line work on anyone? — Did you come to the party? — Party? Yes. Of course. A party is always good. — It's in the garden. I'll show you the way — I offered politely.

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.

I started reciting all the cringy, weird and perverted pick up lines I could think of, all the while watching the jerk King lose his cool. I put my hand over my heart to make my performance seem unfeigned, looking all touched and moved, a bit misty-eyed too. "DARLING, who'd have ever imagined you to be so naughty when you asked me if I sat in sugar because I've got such a sweet ass... I mean buttocks(I feared these primordials would mistake my ass for a donkey if I didn't enlightened them with the specifics). That I'm in all of your inappropriate..."

The man smiled and looked her from head downwards, his eyes fell on her exposed thighs; well, the twist was that she had moved the split side apart on purpose, that was actually a strategy to get him lusting, which was the core holding her entire plan. His eyes were locked on her visible thighs, her enticing smooth skin caught his attention. “Nice legs, when do they open?” he asked flirtatiously. Elena would have puked in disgust on a normal day. That was one of the worst pick-up lines she had ever heard, but she forced a smile immediately and even blushed to make him feel full of himself. “They open when you want them to,” she replied softly and bit her lips seductively.

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.

I sneered. I calmly looked at him as he took the cup, drank a large gulp, and quickly spat the water out. "Hot! Whot did youth do?" His tongue was so burned that his speech became slurred. "Just disinfecting your mouth a little," I replied. I looked at the lipstick mark on his shirt with disdain. It was the same shade as what Melissa was wearing. I added, "If you keep licking cheaply made lipstick, you'll end up with lead poisoning."

“Oh my God, that sounds like one of the cheesiest pick-up lines ever.” “I have a better one. Want to hear it?” “Sure.” “That dress looks very becoming on you. And if I were that dress, I’d be coming, too.” I actually burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. “Oh my GOD.” “Huh? Huh?” “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to wait until the hotel room.” “Ohhhhh, I SO like the way you’re thinking.” “That was an observation, NOT an invitation!”