Terrible Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Alex: I winced. So he knows? "Is there a problem?" I couldn't hide the smile, tugging at my lips. "Are your out of your mind? You're making this worse than it already is! I won't let you mess with my woman, do you understand?" "Dude, chill. I'm not trying to mess with anyone. But if I were, I'd probably start by using a better pickup line than 'you're messing with my woman'." I replied and I heard the sound of a glass shattering.

“Anyway, I want you to know that I am not and have never been easy to impress and this may make you believe that he is a special man because he has touched my heart... I have dismissed very rich and famous men throughout my career. model. When a woman is very attractive, she tends to be harassed a lot and it is human nature, a woman's, to want to choose and not be chosen. When we are chosen, instead of choosing, it is as if we were suffering a violation... Many men don't know..., but the best pick-up line is usually just a look, which after being reciprocated by the woman, two or three more times, opens the doors of possibility... After that, a good conversation looking into the eyes, but wi

It's just that. "He's asking you for a date, girl! I suggest you should go," Barra nudged me, nodding continuously in an attempt to convince me. "He gives me an ick with his corny punch lines," I reasoned out. I couldn't forget the discomfort I felt the night he drove me home. Flirty men just aren't my cup of tea, I guess. I'm not into flowery pick-up lines. It makes me want to puke. "Then, do it for the plot! After all, finding someone perfect nowadays is a rare occurrence. Do it for the experience! We'll never know; this man could be the one for you," Barra suggested, planting seeds of contemplation in my mind.

"Nice try, Taylor. But I've got one for you: Is your name G****e? Because you have everything I've been searching for." Taylor chuckled. "Touché, my friend. You've been practicing." Their lighthearted banter extended beyond the confines of the school walls. At a local mall, they found themselves in a competition to see who could come up with the cheesiest pickup lines to use on unsuspecting shoppers. D'Andre approached a group of friends with a confident smile. "Excuse me, ladies, I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?" Taylor wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He sidled up to a couple window shopping and struck up a conversation. "Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a connec

"I don't have such peculiar tastes." Calista's mind was now preoccupied with lifting his bangs. "I don't like men who toot their horns either. I just think you look like an old friend. I wanted to make sure you're not him." There was ridicule in the man's eyes. "This pickup technique went out of style years ago. If you have nothing better to do, my advice to you is to go spend more time outdoors and work on your pickup lines. Maybe next time you run into someone with a peculiar taste for pregnant women, you'll succeed in seducing them."

he says, flashing me a grin that could probably melt steel. He's pick up line is totally cliche, but I feel he knows that, and it seems fun to him. Normally, such attitude would repel me, but this one seems bearable, or maybe I'm just desperate for conversation. So I don't cry myself out in the bathroom. I shake my head, my lips twitching. "That's pretty lame." "Is it? I better work on my lines then." He glances over my shoulder, as if wondering who I was running from. "So? What's got you running like you’re about to set fire to the whole place?"

But I didn’t mind being different, and finding a decent guy in my line of work was rare. As I continued reading my book, a man’s gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. “Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a pretty place like this?” he said. I internally groaned and rolled my eyes, having heard that line too many times before. Seriously, guys needed to have better pickup lines. I ignored him and resumed reading, hoping he would leave me alone. However, the man wasn’t easily deterred. He came closer and pulled out the chair in front of me.

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.

Eliza glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Otherwise, how could I love you so much that I can't extricate myself?" Eliza, "..." Her cheeks were burning hot, and she shivered again. "Where did you learn these pick-up lines?" To be honest, if it weren't for this handsome face, he would really be lame. Beau laughed and raised his hand to stroke her hair. "I don't have to learn. Every word comes from the bottom of my heart." Eliza's lips curled into a smile. "It's really enough. Go back to work."

“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?” Macie snorted. “That is the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Those blue, blue eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t a pick up line.” “Good thing, because it sure as hell isn’t working.” “Look. Let’s start over. I’m an artist. And I’d like—” “—to show me your etchings?” She snickered. “Har har. I really am an artist.” “Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.”