Louisa Unchained Novels & Stories

Louisa’s POV I was left on the bed, chained and collared. Despised and disfavored. I covered my face and wept silently. How could I be this stupid? Lucian and Leo were the only ones who were trying to help me. But I ruined it just like that. I was in tremendous fear again, having realized that there would be no one in this pack to help me. My stomach started turning and my head was deflated. Maybe a stupid girl like me didn’t deserve to be loved or cherished.

MIA The outrageous video of Robert's shooting was still frozen on the television screen when I looked at Louisa. The image of Rebel, standing in front of a hundred flashing cameras with a pistol in her hand, and Robert, clutching his left shoulder and bleeding through his pristine suit, had been replayed a dozen times in the last twenty minutes. It was chaos on every channel. Chaos she had caused and Louisa… Louisa was pale. Her fingers worried at the gold band on her finger like it was a lifeline. She sat stiff, almost trembling, eyes glued to the screen like she still couldn’t process what she’d seen.

That bastard can kiss my ass. "Do you want the chocolate or the pork rinds?" Louisa says, holding them both up. "Or should we go really crazy and mix them?" And there it is - that little spark of mischief in her eyes that always seems to wake something inside of me. The spark a good girl gets when she's drinking a bottle of expensive stolen wine. Or as she's drawing dicks on a picture of Edward Carolson. The spark that shows me, just for a second, the real her. The girl not weighed down by guilt and shadows.

Louisa had suffered a tremendous amount of torture from Eternity during that time, which left her with a deeply-rooted hatred for the world and for the sisters who abandoned her. Her tears fell uncontrollably as she spoke, while Adrian said nothing as he looked at her. Louisa stared at him and continued, "Have you ever experienced what being abandoned feels like? Can you understand what I felt? That's the reason why I don’t have any dreams or hopes in my life. So, I'm going to kill all of you… I'm bringing you all down to hell with me! "I hate everything… "I hate the world!" Louisa's face was drenched with tears.

“And you think defiance is an option? You think I will allow it? You think the world will forgive you for disobedience?” I straightened, chest heaving, voice cold and steady. “I don’t care what the world forgives. I don’t care what arrangements you’ve made. I will not marry her. Not tomorrow. Not ever. If Anastasia exists, I will find her. And no one—no one—will stop me.” Larisa’s face went pale, fury flashing into fear for a moment before hardening again. “You are insane!” she hissed. “Do you understand the risk you’re taking?”

Then suddenly, the screen lit up. “Cyn!” Louisa squealed, appearing in the frame with messy hair bundled into a bun and a hoodie wrapped around her shoulders. “My baby girl!” Cynthia laughed instantly. “Look at you, all Canadian and cozy.” “Forget that one,” Louisa said, adjusting her camera. “Where have you been? You didn’t call me for gist. I’m beginning to think you’ve replaced me.” Cynthia snorted. “I can never replace you, please. You’re too stressful.”

What if Lewis changes his target when he finds that Louisa is absent? Connie is unsympathetic or possibly sexist and racist and seems to have it in for her, and she annoys Christa frequently. But she doesn’t deserve this; she is a family. Christa tries to figure out a way to free Connie, and then she sees the fire alarm. There appears to be no better way; she is ready to pull the alarm; when she spots Louisa steaming down the corridor toward Lewis and Connie. Why is Louisa here? She promised to leave the hotel and stay at home tonight. Louisa is not drunk; will she change Louisa’s destiny? Or does Louisa still have sex with Lewis under some superpower?

"And I thought if I did more, you would finally come around. You always wanted more, money, more cars, more and more...more" "I am sorry, I didn't..." "All the signs were there, but nothing prepared me for this." he grabs the tablet and dumps it on her lap. "You were just a cheap whore shamelessly fucking anything with a dick" "I didn't want a mate, okay?" Louisa suddenly yells, as she desperately wiggles from the restraints. "But you insisted you wanted me, caged me like a bird and always breathing on my neck. All I wanted was freedom"

"I have to go, there's something I urgently have to do." "Oh, okay. Marley said he'll be at your place today." Zaphrina roared at the disappearing somnolent Louisa. Far into four additional hours of shuteye, a paradise-shattering ring pierced through her sleep. Louisa, like a zombie, staggered down to the door after several attempts to ignore the incessant ring to no success. Upon opening the door, she came face to face with a ready-to-burst-out-of- laughter Marley. "Don't you dare," she warned and zombie-walked to the sofa where she helplessly threw herself on. But Marley was already killing himself with a hysterical peal of laughter.