Spicy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

"I'm challenging you of this spicy chicken, the winner will grant a wish." "I don't have time for this," I pointed his bowl full of fried chicken. "This is the medium spicy chicken, this one is medium spicy, and this one, do you know they call it..." I put my hand near my mouth, "...demon spicy!" I smiled. "Ms. Scott, you can eat in peace," I rolled my eyes and lean on my chair. "Oh, come on! You're no fun. I can grant you a high salary if you want? Only if you'll win," I lifted my chin and look at him with confidence.

“I'll order something.” I glanced through the menu indecisively and sighed. Even my favourite meal didn't make me excited like it used to. I turned to the waiter. “Just get me anything spicy.” He blinked. “Yeah, something spicy.” I needed something to distract me from this crazy thought. “How spicy?” “Spicy enough to make me cry..” Scott laughed softly. "That's crazy... Are you sure you're fine? Why would you want to cry?" "I'm fine." “Alright, Ms. Coming right up.” The waiter said.

I trailed his hand to his face, his very attractively punchable face. I sneered at him. He looked probably eighteen or nineteen. "Can I help you?" "No, but your gorgeous sister can," is that even a pickup line? I scoffed. I looked at Sapphire. She still had the fork in her mouth. She was staring at me as if trying to read my reaction. I frowned, my lips forming into a thin line.

He rolled his eyes and smiled. "I have been wanting to ask you"He cleared his throat. Ask me what? He took my hands in his and squeezed it softly"I like you" Please don't tell me it's what I'm thinking "I re-really like you and any guy would be lucky to have you as his girl,will you make me that lucky guy and be my girlfriend?"He stuttered. First of all, horrible pick up-line I know right I wanted Jace to be my first boyfriend... But he stole your first kiss

The phone rang a few times before a cold, husky voice answered with a terse, “What?” As I looked down at my toes, I couldn’t help but fidget them together nervously. With a sweet tone, I made my request known. “I’m feeling quite hungry and craving some delicious tomato spaghetti from Pasta House. Would it be too much to ask if you could pick some up for me later when you’re on your way here?” As I waited on the other end of the line, all I could hear was the sound of someone breathing. After half a minute, the person finally spoke up. “Me…? Buy you tomato spaghetti?”

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.

“Borrow for a while, okay?” He looked at me like he thought I was high or something and then he nodded. I watched her. She was alone. Now, I wish I knew some pick-up lines. Or if I did, I knew how to use them effectively! But so far the only things that I could remember hearing around were: ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ or ‘I lost my phone number, so can I have yours?’ and ‘If I say you have a wonderful body, will you hold it against me?’

When I looked back at her, she let out a loud laugh. “Come here!” She signals. I followed her. “My Harris was really cute. Even when crazy.” She joked. “Why do you know I’m crazy?” I asked. “Really? Are you crazy?” She as if trying to confirm. “Yes,” I replied. “When have you been crazy?” she asked. “When I met you, I went crazy, and there is no medicine that can cure it but your hug capsule only, and kisspirin as well,” I replied with a matching pickup line.

Richard offered, caressing her white skin, gently fiddling with it, a surge of anger wen t to me as he did that She giggled giving her consent, the sound making all the boys around to flush and look at her obsessively, wanting to do nothing but to rip her clothes off and make love to her Richard plaid his time, the teacher was going to be in the classroom soon, he decided to fast track his game ”Can I get your number?” Using the same lame pickup line every lame guy has used in history

I say and that earned me a smirk. "Oh really now?" He said teasingly. "Oh, my poor heart, I don't think it'll survive this trip." He laughed at that so hard and I don't think what I said was that funny. I couldn't help but giggle again. "You're making me so high, Aria. I don't need this champagne with you here." "Is that your pickup line? That's terrible. Who made you say that?" "Nobody, silly. I'm just stating how I feel."