Overwatch Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

He licked his lips, "I'm Wes and I have to ask if it hurt," I rolled my eyes, finding this mildly nauseating. "What hurt?" She tilted her head at him, staring at him with doe eyes. Wes smirked. "When you fell from heaven." Michelle giggled. The alcohol in her system is the only reason that pick up line worked on her otherwise she would have laughed in Wes's face at how bad of a line that was. If she was sober, she would have brushed him off already. Michelle batted her eyelashes, her face turning red as she blushed like a schoolgirl. "And I think I've been searching for ever since."

I gave in after the look he had been giving me. “I got your back Lil. Ronald Jones, is hereby at your service” “You smell nice” I changed the topic. “Wanna smell me?” I wiggled my eyebrows. It was a pickup line in saw online. “I’m impressed, Lodge. I am” he said, folding his arms, showing off his flexing biceps. The popcorns were ready. After giving a bowl to each pair, both of us sat down on the sofa. Em grabbed my arm swiftly and Livy clasped on Ronny’s shirt.

“What’s so damn urgent? You first.” He sipped, grimacing, then set the glass down, his hands bracing on the ledge. “No, you go. What’s on your mind?” I snorted, swirling my drink. “Pushy bastard. Fine—I’ll bite.” I took a breath, the words heavy, and met his gaze. “I want you to take Olivia. Make her fall for you—deep, hard, all in. So when these three months are up, she picks you, not me.”

The last to go was my panties and bra, when I was fully undressed, I put my hands around my boobs and went into the perfectly warmed water. "Your turn." I say as I go over to the edge of the pool to get closer to him. He starts removing his clothes next and I watch and wait patiently until he enters the pool. "You look-" "Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, no pen or paper but I can still draw your attention?" "No pen or paper?" "Yes, I've heard so many awful pick up lines from my time at the club, that was a personal favourite of mine though." "It is true." I spot his eyes staring down my boobs and I stare down too, feeling the pool of water surround them.

Alexander's POV Reaching the top of the cliff left my muscles screaming in agony, but it didn't matter. Every breath I took felt like a reminder that time was slipping away. Gently, I laid Olivia on the rocky ground, cradling her head. Her skin was so clammy and pale, much too cold. I pressed my lips to her forehead and whispered, my voice trembling, "Please stay with me, Olivia. I can't lose you. I love you."

said Lanox in a rude way which left me with my mouth open, because of his comment. "That's because just today we got engaged, this cutie agreed to be the woman of my life, and I can't wait to have her by my side forever," Owen said as he walked over and kissed me on the lips; I looked at Lanox, and I swear that at any moment, I would see him throw himself at Owen and rip his head off.

"I don't even know who she is. I believe I'm in the wrong room. She's not the woman I was supposed to meet." "I see," I drooled, nodding thoughtfully. “I’m sure the lie tastes bitter in your mouth, hoping I would believe you.” I laughed, a creepy laughter as I watched him getting drenched by his own sweat. "Let me say I believe you." Hope flickered across his face only to die instantly as I continued. "However, Owen Vitmoz doesn’t hate it when men try to play the game ahead of him. In fact…" I let my smile deepen. "He enjoys it most when they try to touch what belongs to him."

I whisper yelled. "Sorry, my bad." He said smiling, I rolled my eyes. His hair was messy, he must have been running his hands on his head repeatedly, that seems like an habit. I felt so tempted to wipe the smile on his face with a slap, but the dimple I saw caught me by surprise. "What? I can see you are checking me out." He said, still smiling. "You are beautiful Olivia, hope you know that." He asked, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes, seriously. Do guys do this when they want something. This was kind of similar to what Jamaal Amir Haidar did few years ago. Really, you are beautiful. Can't they think of any other line apart from this overused one.

“I want to make love to you.” “Oh, Owen,” she laughed at the absurdity of the statement. Was this part of his seduction routine? Had he said that to other women? She wondered. I don’t want to f-k you, I want to make love to you. It was so corny as a pick-up ploy, she thought sourly, and unworthy of him. “Come on, mate,” she gave him a little push. “I need to wash this shit off my face and get into something comfortable. And I am starving.” He surrendered and flopped onto his back, the force of the motion sending magazines sliding to the ground. “Em,” he said turning his head to look at her. “I want to talk about us.”

"But it doesn't look like it! Are you trying to flirt with me? Olivia asked. Joel shrugged.. "Sort off!" Joel leaned forward as his eyes moved down to her lips. "You look really beautiful, Angel.. I can't seem take my eyes off you. You've always been beautiful but recently, it has become so extraordinary!" He said in a whisper. Their faces were just inches apart when Olivia cleared her throat noisily and looked away, breaking the tension between them. She wasn't at all moved by those pickup lines of his. They sounded too cheesy and way too sicken.