Louisa Unchained の小説・ストーリー

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.

"Okay suit yourself! you can as well be a watch guard for me while I sleep!" Chloe let out a shrill piercing cry, rolling on the bed. Louisa's lips parted slightly, what is wrong with her?! Minutes later, Louisa walked hand in hand with Chloe into a mall in their pj's. Her head was banging hard after listening to her cries. "Lou I want that!" Louisa followed her little finger's direction and rolled her eyes. her shoulders dropped in frustration. She left and returned back with a trolley, she lifted Chloe up and placed her to sit in it.

"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.

We leave the kitchen after washing the bowls and sat in the living room. "It's time for presents," Lia speaks happily and takes three boxes. "Three." "Yes." She smiles. She first gives the blue box to James. It is a Rolex explorer limited edition watch. James is crazy overwatches, and nothing can be better than this gift. She then hands the other two boxes to me. I first open the smaller one. It's a personalized golden cuff link with my initials studded with small diamonds. The second is more interesting. It is a collage album of Lia and I's childhood pictures combined. It is beautiful.

He swallowed and glared at Sasha. "I knew it," he dropped the spoon and made to stand up. Dear readers, this is where our tales end, this is where we put a stop to our journey, the journey of the luna chronicles. We have followed these four women from their ladyhood to their wifehood and motherhood, to become the possible best versions of themselves. It was quite a fun journey and this is where we part ways and say goodbye. I hope we meet again. _DiaryOfDaisy_

"Where are all your bags?" Susan stormed into the parking lot below her apartment complex. Joanne was waiting for her, her arms wrapped around herself and her head bowed.. "Where are they?" Susan insisted. Joanne unlatched the trunk of her whitewashed Cadillac. Her mother had had it long before she was born, and let it sit outside for some handsome amount of years. It was the kindness of a neighbor that fixed it up and got it ready for her, just before she left her mother for good.

The woman was crazy; she grabbed her purse, checking if she had any money for fuel, but did not even find a coin. "Fuck!" she screamed this time. She was now the most pathetic human being. She checked for her phone, and to her disappointment, it was low on battery, and she had not carried any charger. She closed her eyes and slowly leaned on her chair in fear of having a nervous breakdown. Meanwhile, Ezra and Marian arrived at her house, banging on the door. Chelsea, who was inside, trying to get a hold of her friend, ran to the door, hoping it was Sarah.