Louisa Unchained の小説・ストーリー

Louisa spread her legs on her own and propped her feet up against the sunroof. I held her legs against me and stared right at that forbidden place. I couldn't bring myself to move. She was my boss's daughter, after all. "Just do it already," Louisa whispered, her face flushed, her voice thick and hot. My whole spine was throbbing. My body was burning up. Screw it. I grabbed her panties and tore them aside. What I saw made my head spin. So young. So perfect. Louisa lay there on the seat, opening and closing like she was breathing.

She knew that she should be thankful because it would make her escape easier but still, it is just really unfair. "Really. The women’s chains are just simply heavy while the men’s handcuffs have magic imbued in them," the maiden said while pouting after trying to feel the irons that were placed in the two people who are still unconscious. Luna sighed while trying to calm herself down. Then, she tried to gently move her hand before she forcefully broke the small chain connecting the handcuffs placed on her as if it was just a thin stick. After that, she carefully gripped the iron rings that were left on her wrists before she crushed them using her own palms.

A sign that their neck muscles might be injured. Louisa was the first to react and was ready to run away, but Leon snapped his hands first. Then, a pair of smoldering hot chains handcuffed the angel's legs in place. "I salute you, little angel. You managed to influence and brainwash several humans at once. What's more, you also managed to mess up my plans. Well . . . just a little bit." Leon gently stroked the top of Louisa's head. The position of the girl who was kneeling made it easier for him to act casually towards Louisa.

Alex wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried. He whispered words of comfort in her ear, but Louisa couldn't hear them. She was too busy screaming silently, her mind shattered by the thought of Jade in Jenna's clutches. As the minutes ticked by, Louisa's sobs slowly subsided, replaced by a numb sense of despair. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up. "We'll find her," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We'll get Jade back, no matter what it takes."

Lou’s Growth Lou, despite the storm of Brenda’s influence, was beginning to feel safe and empowered. Her bond with Gail had grown deep, founded on trust and shared laughter. In the evenings, they would sit together, discussing dreams, fears, and the possibility of a future free from the shadows of manipulation. “I never thought someone would care about me,” Lou confessed one night, her voice trembling. “You… you believe in me.” Gail held her hands tightly. “We do. And I promise, no one—no one—will make you feel invisible again.”

But it seemed fate had given him a do over, and he wasn't going to mess it up. He had a second chance and this time he was going to do everything to make it right. Louisa was going to be his; his lifelong dream was soon going to become reality. ******* Louisa tiredly kicked off her shoes as she stepped into her office and slipped on her comfy slippers. It had been a really good day. She had been in court and they had won Jeannette's case. The defendant had been charged with murdering her husband but she was completely innocent. They had successfully proven her innocence and she got to go back to her three little kids once again.

The chant spread outward through the pack until the whole field was pulsing with it. A gust of wind moved across the podium and swept Louisa’s hair back from her shoulder like a stage cue from the universe itself. I looked at her — really looked, asking the question without words, giving her the chance to say no regardless of what the crowd was demanding. Her eyes were sparkling, and before I could say anything she reached up and slid the spaghetti strap of her dress aside. “Mark me, Alpha Julian.” Her whisper somehow reached me through all of it.

“Can you please untie my arms?” He raised a brow at me. “Is it that uncomfortable, love?” I licked my lips again. “Yes, it’s very uncomfortable. And I think my wrists are bruised.” He raised his heavy body and leaned forward to look at my tightly bound wrists. “Shit!” he swore as he quickly untied the rope. “Uncle is sorry, love. I didn’t mean to bruise your beautiful white skin like that.” Once I was untied, I gladly moved my arms to my sides, sighing a breath of relief. God, I felt numb all over.