Overwatch Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I had just seen the trending news. My phone buzzed beside me. I smirked before picking it up. “Hey, lover boy,” I purred. “Is it done?” A low chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Yes, my queen.” My smirk widened. “You need to come over now,” he added. I swirled my wine, taking a slow sip. “On my way.” The game was just beginning.

"Or maybe you’re just really good at playing hard to get." Claire laughed, shaking her head as if to say she was tired of him saying that. "Well, maybe I am. But that just makes the chase more fun, doesn’t it?" Owen lifted his glass in a mock toast. "To the chase, then," He said, and they both drank, their eyes locked in a game only they seemed to understand. After some more playful back-and-forth, they decided to leave the club together. Owen, always the smooth talker, leaned in, his voice low and inviting.

she asked, trying to push him on his back. “From what I remember, it was still mine,” Owen lifted her nightdress off in a second and his mouth latched on to her nipple like a hungry man, thirsting for a drink. He used his fingers to explore her folds, feeling Regina squirm and get wet as he stroked and rubbed around her clit, when his phone rang. Owen ignored it, but the robo-announcer on his phone declared it was his mother, so he had no choice but to get up and answer it.

“If you’re a coward and want to back out, you can always have a drink.” I’m sure Winter will drink. It’s the easiest way out. But instead, she tilts her chin and says, “No, I’m going to do it.” My brows rise. Really? I’d have bet money she’d choose the glass. A chair was dragged to the center of the room. Olivia’s voice floated after her, sweet and poisonous. “Remember, there are a lot of single men here… but pick carefully. Don’t go touching someone’s boyfriend.” Winter's gaze stops on Mike. She lingers for too long.

He took a swig out of the bottle before addressing her again. "I'm sorry, I know that's not much of a pickup line, but it is the truth. You are absolutely stunning. And I know this is incredibly forward, but the truth is I hate playing games so I'm just gonna put this out there. If you are interested, I would love nothing more than to spend the night fucking you senseless." Destiny nearly choked on her martini. Was this guy serious? She stared at him in disbelief. "Are you joking with me? You can't really expect that to work, can you? I don't even know you."

Owen never waited. He never paused. Never breathed unless he knew it would keep me within reach. And right now? He thought he was reeling me back in. Owen: Okay.. I get it.. But at least you admit you still want me to make it up.. You still want us, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t even give me a chance.. A slow, poisonous smile stretched across my lips. Hook. Line. Sinker. He truly believed every word that came out of his mouth.. even the ones designed to twist me into a shape that fit him.

Olivia's face was already red from nervousness and misbehaviour. "Focus," Zayden whispered. "Let go!" And at that moment, the waiter pressed the device to shoot the red marbles into the air. "Shoot." Bang! Olivia was shocked to see a sprinkling of red colour breaking out in the air. "I managed to shoot him?" muttered Olivia. "I shot him, not you," Zayden whispered seductively to Olivia, making her turn her face away as the man's teasing made her very nervous. "I don't think I'm talented," Olivia said, handing the rifle to Zayden.

His action drives a stake through my heart, I am ready to redial his number when my screen lights up with his text. Benny: Sorry, can’t pick now. I miss you. Ben’s head is bent over his phone as he awaits my reply. The stake pierces my broken heart when Olivia places a hand on his shoulder. Slight relief floods me when he gently pries her hand off him. The witch sticks her tongue out at him and her hand returns to his shoulder. Ben glares at her but does nothing.

I enjoy my drink, when I see someone walk towards the other side of the counter and smirk at me. “Well, well, well, trying to run away?” Owen said in a sneer. I rolled my eyes. Just my luck. How in the fuck am I running into him all the way over here. I finish my drink, and am about to walk away. “Hey, sexy, don’t leave we’ll have a fun time. You look good for once.” He says mockingly. He’s caressing my backside like he has a right to do so. “Hands off dickwad” I tell him. he laughs shortly.

Owen gave him a dirty look to match the one he had shot Robbie. "If I wasn't marrying this handsome man tomorrow, I would have been all over that," Emma said and smiled sweetly at him. Owen raised his hands in defeat. It was easy to tell that his method of picking up women was a known thing among the four of them. "Fine, too obvious. Question still stands though Kaylee. Would you like to get a drink?" Owen asked, his smile hopeful. I had to nip this in the bud before he could try that hypnotizing look again. Girls probably fell for him left and right with that smolder.