Louisiana Slang Mga Nobela at Kwento

Louis looked at her lowly, sucking on her lips, and asked darkly. “Didn’t you say that this is the insult that will be the most difficult for you to erase in your entire life?” A man was drugged, yet he was still excited. When they mentioned Felicia before, he still looked like he wanted to chop Felicia into pieces. Hearing that, Louis wickedly curled the corner of his lips, his dark eyes filled with a coquettish smile, “Lalisa, sometimes you look smart, but other times you’re so stupid.”

] Louis said and reaching out pulled her to her feet and held her tightly in his arms she gasped in surprise and tried to struggle free, ‘Tu l’aimes comme cette petite pute anglaise?’ [You like it like this little English whore?] Leon was behind her pressing against her as Louis held her still, ‘Non non, stop, il faut arrête.r‘ [No no, stop, you must stop] She told them her hands pushing ineffectively against his hard chest, ‘Je ne pense pas que vous vouliez dire cela.’ [I don’t think you mean that]

Freya muttered, trudging ahead. "Keep up, or you will be left behind!" Louisiana called back, her tone tinted with a sharp edge that left no room for argument. Her voice held that distinct ring of pettiness, like she was hoping someone—especially me—would stumble, just so she could rub it in my face later.

Louis said with utter authoritativeness in his voice which made Hailey snort. She knows that she should not joke around with Louis because she feels that the man lacks the capacity to laugh in a joke nor understand one but she could not help it. "You sound like, come and run away with me," Hailey said jokingly. He did not find it amusing nor worth laughing but he did smirk. He knows very well that Hailey is messing around when she said that, but he is not. He does not care if Hailey said that as a joke, if that is how she sees it then so be it.

I growl, “She is OURS.” “I see that. In all the years I’ve known Cactus, this is the happiest I’ve ever seen her. I didn’t know she could smile and laugh so freely. I have never seen her that bold or possessive as she is when it comes any of Chaos,” he slurs. His Louisianan accent is more prominent because of the alcohol. “You guys are lucky. She is a catch and a hellcat in bed,” he jokes, clapping me on the shoulder.

Marie eventually broke everyone up, grabbing five menus and beckoning with a hand for the crowd to follow her to their table. "Looks like you're right out straight!" Hollis grinned, clasping a hand on Marie's shoulder as they strode toward the largest available booth in the back. Maine slang usually confused the fuck out of Whitney, so she was proud of herself for knowing what her girlfriend meant. Right out straight, "busy as hell." If she weren't so nerve wracked, the phrase might've made her swoon. As they'd say in Maine, Hollis' accent was wicked sexy.

Margot couldn't help but plant two firm kisses on Louis' face. Elias was beside Margot and asked excitedly, "Did he just call you 'Mommy'? Louis can say 'Mommy' now?" Margot looked over at Elias and said, "Yes, Louis could already say that before." "How could we not know?" Elias quickly looked at Ashley and said, "Did you hear that? Louis can actually say 'Mommy' now." "Really?" Ashley hurriedly got up and came over. While she was playing with Louis, she said, "Louis, let us hear it again. Say 'Mommy'."

Then, with a wide smile that didn't match the words coming out of his mouth at all, Louis said in fluent and clear English, "Motherfucker, stupid, bitch, piece of shit, go to hell, you fucking bastard." Damian was shocked. His parents froze in place, their faces turning pale. I covered my mouth with my hand, unable to believe what I'd just heard. Louis smiled widely, his eyes staring at Damian with satisfaction. "Louis!" I stood up, my voice trembling with anger and shame. "What are you doing?" Louis pretended to be confused, looking at me with innocent eyes. "What, Mom? I was just greeting them in English like they wanted."

Louis said goofily and sat down in one of the chairs. “Why do you think that?” I frowned. “You light up every room baby” Aminu said and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, blushing hard. “Aww y’all are so sweet” Kojo gushed. “God when” Louis said, using the slang that single people used in the internet. Aminu looked at him “You’re not allowed to use that phrase Louis, besides you’re far from single.” Louis rolled his eyes “Here we go again”

At this inopportuned ,time, the chef of the house waltzes in, with the food we were waiting for before Louisiana came in and disrupted every fvcking thing. "I mean, since I'm a LYING ASS MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE that is fvcked up! Or did I not get that right? I'm so sorry for laying my hands on your fvcking filthy face.." I mock in my own way, I am too angry to stop being cynical. "Oh yeah, I bet you want nothing to do with an asshole, do you? Nah, surely not. And that's fine. I mean, goodbye and good riddance Louisiana."