Spicy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I know he's Chase, one of the 'populars', so why is he talking to me? "What do you want?" I said harshly, but I don't think he got that I didn't want to talk to him because he just smiled flirtatiously at me. "Someone better call God, because I think he lost an Angel." he smirks at me. I give him a straight face. That's the worst pick up line ever. "No someone better call the devil because I escaped from hell." I said sarcastically "Hey baby girl what's your code."he asked

I could trace sarcasm in his voice. “Whatever.” “You know what you seemed familiar with, your voice and facial feature, it seemed that I've seen you before already.” This time I wanted to laugh. Why is he too naive to notice that I am the girl with the tattoo and the mask. “Oh, my wife is already here!” Martini exclaimed completely ruining my mood. “Now you’re too proud huh.” Spencer was the one who replied. ”Am I talking to you assh*le?” Martini growled. “You’re calling me an assh*le? Really?” Spencer moves closer to him. I heaved a deep sigh and ignore them. I don’t give a damn if they’ll kill each other. That would be a favor for me.

He sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. “Fine, give me a damn line,” he muttered. I smiled, thinking of a line he could use. I didn’t want to give him one that was too good; after all, I didn’t actually want her to fall for it. “Okay, how about you say; do you mind if I hang out here until it’s safe back where I farted?” I joked, knowing he wouldn’t ever say that to a girl. He looked at me in disbelief.

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..."

she declared. "Geez, you could've given me a heads-up! You nearly gave me a heart attack," Bob grumbled. "Haha, my bad!" "It’s fine. I’d give you all my blood if you asked for it. Heck, I’d give you my life," Bob added, trying to sound smooth. "Haha, you’re hilarious. Do you actually use those cheesy lines to pick up girls?" Emely asked with a smirk. "Yeah... how did you know?" "No wonder you're still single. Your lines are way too flashy. Take my advice: bury that one and never use it again," Emely said, grinning.

"You are not supposed to see me." That pulled a genuine laugh from her, loud and reckless. She shifted her groceries to one arm, freeing a hand to point at him. "Okay, wow. Is this your pickup line? Because I've heard better. What are you, some vampire out of a n*****x drama? Something like… 'oh no, mortal girl, you shouldn't see me'." She clutched her chest dramatically. "So spooky." But the way his gaze sharpened, like a blade unsheathing made the hair on her arms rise.

“What do you have in mind?” “We’ll need to make our drinks stand out,” I answered, already formulating a plan. “Let’s spice up our drink lineup, make it something bold, something that will make everyone talk.” I suggested, my mind already working through possibilities. Arlene raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Spice it up how?” I smirked, leaning against the bar as I crossed my arms. “Well, this bar is famous for drinks like Sweet Tight Pussy and Liquid Viagra. What do you think we could add to those?”

"Didn't feel like switching them on." A short, irritated laugh escaped me. "Seriously? That's your excuse? What are you, a vampire now?" He smirked, clearly enjoying our little back-and-forth. "Maybe I am. You know, just waiting for the right moment to sink my teeth into you." "Gross," I shot back, rolling my eyes right back at him. "You need to work on your pick-up lines, Ryder. That one's just pathetic." "Now if you're done playing your little games, I've got things to do," I said, brushing past him and heading for the door.

"That's kind of you, but I don't think I'll ever have that chance again." Playing dumb, Conrad pulled me into his arms and comforted me. "How about I fund a few films so you can enjoy the thrill of the spotlight? I've got a surprise for you tonight at Wharfside Promenade. Trust me, being loved by me beats being any leading lady." I forced a smile. Words that used to feel sweet now stuck to me like old, sickly frosting. But I didn't want him to suspect anything, so I swallowed them down anyway. "Sure," I replied.

I pulled a barstool out. "Or..." Linc dropped the crab and gave me a sultry glance, licking his lips. "... it may just give our night the added spice it needs." "We're spicy enough," I said confidently, even though my mind whirled at his implication. "You know what? I think I'm just going to go-"