I Can Do It Louise Hay Novels & Stories

she asked sharply. Louise reacted as though she had just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Her little entourage joined in, their laughter sharp and piercing. "A peasant like you just existing in my sight makes me sick. Is that reason enough for you?" The blood in Owen's veins seemed to turn to ice. Without realizing it, he tightened his grip on Louise's arm. "That's you in the video, isn't it?" Louise bit her lip, still refusing to give him a clear answer. "Elizabeth, that vile bitch, is making fools of us! Shut the video down! Don't let it play for another second!"

Alex: Everything about Lou has changed. I couldn't believe, not in a million years, that this woman standing in front of me could sweep me off my feet, knock the air out of my lungs...again. And this time, as a badass. There was nothing soft about her in those brown eyes. I knew she despised me. She hated me and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get her back. Get my sweet innocent Lou back into my life. "Is that a bet?" Louisa laughed, still reeling from my words.

She replied with a trembling voice, "Gilbert, what are you saying? You said I was the only one you loved. That's the reason why I accepted your proposal. Don't tell me none of it was sincere." Tears welled up in her eyes as her expression soured. Finally, she got so angry that she raised her hand to slap him. However, Gilbert caught her wrist coldly. He looked at her with contempt and said icily, "Save it. Don't bother putting on an act. It's useless." Cheryl's hand froze mid-air. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks as pain and despair overwhelmed her. She clenched her teeth and glared at him with hatred, choking out, "Gilbert, you're a damn bastard!"

I struggled hard to free my wrist from his grip. "Let me go, Arnold! Save your words for someone who'll believe them. I will never trust you again." However, Arnold only held on tighter, his gaze full of desperation. "Juniper, stop making this any harder than it already is!"

***Dru’s POV*** *Crack.* Lightning through my thighs. *Crack.* Fire along my spine. The numbers bled into static, the countdown dead—but the crescent scar pulsed, a metronome counting breaths Louise couldn’t steal. Above me, Louise’s face contorted—a funhouse mirror of the mom who’d taught me to braid hair, bake snickerdoodles, lie to CPS with honeyed *“Yes, ma’ams.”* “Look at me!” She grabbed my chin, her breath reeking of menthols and communion wine.

I plated everything, set it on the table, and called Brody to come eat. Then I went upstairs. I walked past the east guest room without stopping. I went to my own room, pulled a bag from the closet, and started packing the things that were mine. It didn't take long. There was never very much. I sat on the edge of the bed and called Mr. Whitmore. Two rings. "Whitmore speaking." "Good morning, Mr. Whitmore. This is Leah Hargrove. I need your help." "I'm listening, Mrs. Hargrove."

"Tammy! Get the car immediately." Oh my goodness! What have I done… It must be the Gamma hydroxybutyric acid. Shit…

Louise was a 56 year old woman who took care of Barbara’s everyday needs. “Madame Barbara” she knocked on her door but Barbara rolled her eyes in anger, she wouldn’t open the door. She knocked again but this time the young Mrs. Gillian managed to sit down, she was still pissed that Louise was bothering her when she didn't want to come out. She looked through the glass windows and saw nature’s beauty. There were palm trees with their leaves swaying from place to place and picture-perfect sunsets too, the mountains surrounding their house and the towering waterfalls was not something to be left out. “Hawaii is an incredibly beautiful place anyway” Barbara said. She loved the environment, so mu

"I can, but this idiotic nugget can't hear with tans of earwax nurturing in his ears, I guess." "What the hell?" Louis asked. He was annoyed by her and created some space between them. "If your hands aren't amputated yet, mind helping this poor girl." Shrey and Louis rolled their eyes when Reva said this, "That's offensive," and finally helped her hold the books.

The injury was from when he cut himself cooking a few days ago. I bought that bandage. It was cartoon-patterned, the kind he laughed at. And the caption read: "When it's true love, you can't wait to walk into marriage. In half a month, I'll be Mrs. Brown." I scrolled all the way down her feed. She was young, fresh out of university. It was Jason's newly hired assistant. They, too, fell in love at first sight. They knew each other for barely two months. Two months. That was enough to take her where seven years with me never had.