Novel & Cerita Sad Pick Up Lines

direction's What Makes You Beautiful started booming on the radio, and soon, we were jamming along to the song, laughing when I messed up yet another lyric. "I honestly thought it was 'why I want you so constantly,'" I chirped between chortles. "Yeah, I know. That's what makes it so sad," he mused, smiling slyly. "Oh, look at you being so mean. god, who knew this day would come?" His reply was a small chortle, alongside an addition of: "well, I did have a pretty great teacher." "Yeah, she's pretty awesome." "But she just really sucks with lyrics though," he chimed, leaving me to shoot him a playful glare. "I'm not that horrible with lyrics." He cocked a brow, leaving me to sigh. "Ok

she lifted her glass and sipped her martini. "I hope you don't mind if I join you ...." he was fishing for a name. "Sandy." "Sandy ... a lovely name for a lovely face." A guy with a booty call in mind and a cheesy pick-up line. Sandy laughed at the gesture. He kept buying her more drinks and warmed her up with shallow conversations pretended he was interested in her stories. She was just enjoying her drinks and was happy enough that someone was buying them for her. He started to lead the conversation in another direction, looking for a possibility of taking her home or just getting out to find a little privacy. She laughed at his assumptions that it was what she wanted, so she challenged him

I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip, the alcohol burning its way down my throat. “So,” he said, leaning closer. “Whoever he is, he must be a fool to make a woman like you unhappy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?” “Did it work?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe.”

This was supposed to be a good day for me, a good day for us. He must be very sad to see our sex tape leak to the world. He doesn't pick up the call. He always picks up my calls at the second ring, latest. I call him again but he doesn’t pick up. I got in the car and continued calling him but no matter how many times I called him, he didn't pick up my calls. He must be very shocked and sad. I sent him a voicemail, “I know you must be very sad but we need to talk! We need to see, we need each other right now more than ever.”

How strange to feel it now with this man I didn’t know. “Hi, I’m Aidan, but you can call me tonight or tomorrow.” He smiled, introducing himself with a lame pickup line. “Seriously? That’s your pickup line?” I laughed. He laughed too, and well fuck me, that sound woke my pussy. How can a hot guy with an accent like that be here and single? I could understand if he was supernatural, especially a werewolf. A human-looking this good and being single? Something must be wrong with him. Likely, he’s a player.

Ten seconds after she sent the message, Sadie's phone rang. She picked it up. A cool, unrestrained male voice said, "You want me to snatch the bride? Aren't you worried I'll beat the good-for-nothing groom up?" Sadie replied calmly, "You have the right to reject the offer. I can get someone else to do it.” The man laughed in anger. There was a chilling tone in his voice. "Don't you dare!" Sadie pursed her lips. "Just tell me if you're coming."

"What? You think I don't mean it?" "I think pick-up lines are just so lame and overrated." I shrugged with yet another sip. Yes, let me get numb. "That's not true. There are some pretty good." "Not there aren't. They're all cheesy and predictable." "No, hear this one: did it hurt? When you fell from-" "-From heaven?" I finished for him and rolled my eyes. "You just proved my point."

The chilled breeze slowly finds its way inside my office. I was waiting for Francois to finish his work, then he would drive me home for our casual sex rendezvous. My phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. "Yes, it's Adriana." I let my words hang, for the other person on the other line to continued the conversation. "Sorry yes, this is Alexander Davis. I got your card from Drew. He said to call you and fix me with a date?" Oh, his voice was smooth like butter. It's so rich, deep, and deliciously sexy.

Someone in the group chat asked: [Why are you suddenly trying something like this, Samuel? This is new.] Samuel replied indifferently: [What can I do? If I’m the one who breaks up with her, my dad will kill me.] [But if she cheats on me, things get much easier] [We've been together for so long, I'm sick of her. If I don't break up with her soon, my family will start pushing me to get married.]

And annoyingly enough— I smiled. By Friday evening, I was mentally exhausted. My brain hurt. My shoulders hurt. Even my heels hurt. Adult life was wicked. I was just shutting down my computer when my office door opened. Sadie walked in dramatically wearing oversized sunglasses and a fitted red jumpsuit. “How did you even get in here?” I laughed. She removed the glasses slowly. “I said I was here to save an overworked corporate babe.” “That actually worked?” “No. I bribed the receptionist with cupcakes.”