Louisa Unchained Novels & Stories

Natalie nagged. " Would you like some juice?" Chloe tactically diverted her question. " I don't need juice Chloe, I need an answer, and that's all I want for now" she yelled. Chloe took a long breath, she knew at that time there was nothing she could do, she needed to say something. How ever in a way she would not say anything of utmost importance. "Nat..you see, we got something that would definitely help us bring Louisa back, something very important, the master key to unlock Louisa's freedom"

Henry was very hopeful of that. *** Louisa frowned quite deeply. She tried to move her body, but it felt very heavy and stiff. Louisa couldn't move freely. Then Louisa realized that now both her hands and her feet were tied. She sat on a bench with duct tape covering her lips. Louisa rolled her eyes. Roughly and in a panic, Louisa tried to free herself from the ropes on the chair there. Clap Clap Clap

They seem heavy, and I will go down with them in no time. "Oh, by the way, untie her hands." Stephanie grinned at me. Did I hear it right? What is she planning now? "That will give you something to fight for, Louise. When they drop you, you can untie yourself, if you have time." She laughs. My gaze shifted down to my feet. The way they bound me felt like a roller coaster. It's impossible to escape without a sharp knife or scissors. "Good luck. Toss her now!" . c.m. louden

Lexi and Justin cried, and got mad, was confused, then finally they both said, "What's the plan?" I spoke. "Well, the plan is still in the process of being made. This is just so big. But everything inside me is saying to break the chains I put on myself, all them years ago. I just want you to know, if I break my chains, the chains my grandma put up could, and most likely will, break also. The problem with that is I don't know why my grandma put them up when I was born. So, I don't know what I would be releasing. I might be different. I might not be me at all, I don't know. I will need your guys help to break my chains though, my kids, my husband, my friends, and we might be able to hold ever

She shakily made her way to the Huxley residence, only to be thrown out. The same Irene, my former mother-in-law who had once sung Jane's praises, looked at her as though she were a curse. "If it weren't for you, Declan would never have gone to prison! You wretched little tramp, get out of here!" She shoved Jane to the ground, and Jane, shaking with rage, spat out blood. Even so, she still refused to let go. When Declan came home from his dock job, she reached out to stop him. "Declan, do you still remember me?"

Despite their separation, she thought if that piece of information from June was anything to go by, then Charles could get back with her. But the photos she saw of Charles and Fiona killed her hopes. Louisa had wanted to keep that away from her friend. But she had shown Tracy the interior designs she did for her client and she accidentally swiped into the photos of Charles and Fiona. So that made Louisa spill the beans. And that made her day bad. Having spent so many hours indoors after that information, she thought it was best to do something to clear her head and get over anything related to Charles for good. So when Louisa told her about the club, she did not think anything of it. But lat

--- Noah She finally surrenders. Her breath accelerates, her skin shivers under our caresses. It's always the same dance. She resists. She gives in. She hates herself. Then starts again. But this time, it's different. Because when she opens her eyes, there's no more denial. She knows she's ours. And that she'll never be able to leave us. --- Louise When everything calms down, I stay there, lost in a flood of sensations. I should leave. But I no longer have the strength.

I grabbed them and pulled. In stories they would have ripped off but these must have been industrial strength undies because I couldn’t tear them. I tried, but just could not do it. I could just pull them down, I thought, but did not want to let them beat me. I tugged and pulled lifting Louisa off the bed at times but they wouldn’t budge. Wendy finally got sick of watching and handed me a knife. I cut the super pants off and Louisa lay naked in front of me, her legs tight together, her dark pubic hair a smudge on pale coffee skin. Louisa whimpered as I ran the back of the knife blade along her throat, down over her tits, over the flat smooth stomach to her crutch and then down her slit.

"You always pick chaos." She let her words fall flat, and I leaned back. Her grin widened at me, not immediately talking, but I saw it, a flicker of frustration. Louisa thrived on reactions. She fed off them. I wasn’t giving her one. She went on, inspecting her nails, “It’s exhausting, right? Every one of these women is flinging themselves on the pyre for Clinton. So what is it? The eyes? The money? Or is it just that intoxicating Gates charm?”

This is just your latest scheme. Willow flounced onto the sofa like she’d just won something and was waiting for her prize. We both waited in tense, sparkly silence. I could feel her watching me from the corner of her eye, like I was about to pull a rabbit—or a prenup—out of my handbag. A few minutes later, Louisa appeared at the top of the stairs. She’d only just been discharged from the hospital, but she looked better than I’d expected—fresh lipstick, silk scarf, no IV drip in sight.