Louisiana Slang Novels & Stories

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."

How would she tell her that that was not going to happen? As if noticing Olivia's thoughts, Louisiana grunted. “Fine no hookers, just go get dressed, let’s have some fun and get those pricks out of your mind.” “Louisa,” she grumbled, she didn’t feel like going anywhere. “Get your ass up there,” Louisiana said through gritted teeth. Knowing what Louisiana can do to get her out of the house, Olivia finally decided to heed Louisiana's words. “You better not make me regret this,” Olivia said through gritted teeth.

Louisiana, still adorned in her gown, strutted towards me, sneering. "Look at how pathetic you look, Leah," she taunted. I glared at her and retorted, "You will never get away with this, Louisiana. You will never get away with this." Her smirk widened as she replied, "Oh, who do you think will save you, Axel? Or Michael? Oh, I forgot, he is no longer by your side."

Or better yet, to anyone! "Hey Langston," I called out. "Where are we even going?" He shrugs, "Somewhere down the road." I glowered, "Langston..." He nods toward a house that is located somewhere down the road, "No kidding, it is just somewhere down the road- Shit!" I faced him and started coughing to cover up my laughter. Langston slipped in a pile of what he just said: Shit. Poop. Crap. The thing that comes out of one's butthole.

Levi: I'm on the way. Levi pov: I've been driving for hrs all these pine trees are gonna drive me crazy and driving the 22 mile long bridge in Louisiana omg the south can keep the swamps, the foods good though had some gumbo and had some square shaped pastry with powdered sugar and coffee to pep me up , which was really good if I wasn't on a mission I'd definitely like to check out more places ,eye on the prize Levi eye on the prize and what a grand prize it is I've got to get my Jade back, paying attention to the task at hand again I'm heading in to Biloxi Mississippi, where there's lots of casino boats everywhere

he didn’t hear me , I had forgotten that I need to look at him to speak so he could read my lips to know what I was saying. I waved at him to draw his attention to me, he looked towards me with the wins glass in his hand. “You want beer?” he asked in surprise. “Louis ?” I use the Frenchman’s full name, hoping that it would help, and watched as Alex lips quirked in amusement, causing his dimple to wink briefly. I was a little shocked at the self-deprecating humor that I saw in his eyes. “Sorry, L’s and i’s, you know? Along with c’s and u’s and t’s and d’s. It can be a little confusing when there’s no context to a comment or conversation. I can get a little lost.”

“You sound…. off. Something happen to your woman, or is she the one giving you fits?” “How do you… never mind, it’s nothing.” “It doesn’t sound like nothing.” “Can you tell me what these bikes are about?” And pull your nose back out of my shit? “Oh yeah, the bikes; since you’ll be riding through prime asshole territory, I thought it would be good for you to get your beak wet.” “Speak English, Lyon; I have no idea what the hell you just said.”

Then he pointed at her. “And you fell harder.” Lisa sighed. “You are impossible.” Jack suddenly looked excited. “Wait.” He rubbed his hands together. “We are rich now.” Lisa blinked. “What?” He grinned widely. “The days of struggling are over.” Lisa shook her head. “Louis is rich.” She corrected him. “We are not.” Jack waved his hand. “Same thing.” She glared at him. “That’s not how it works.” He laughed. “Potato, Patato.” At that moment the driver door opened. Louis got inside the car.

And his friend smiling at him replied, “You better fuck this trip up, or I'll kick your ass!” “As if you could!” And with those words, they both smiled as they continued on their way. They turned into several streets, and stopping in front of a house, Louis played the bugle three times. A boy came out of the house. He had a terrible appearance in all his threadbare clothes and long hair that fell to his shoulder. He had a burning joint in his mouth, and when he saw Louis, he screamed, ”The party goes with me fucker!” And Louis, with a howl, answered his call. Chris smiled, but the more time passed, the more he felt out of his environment.

"Lagos. I'm Yoruba, hence the name Louis Bayo." "Cool. I'm quite familiar with the name Louis. Bayou is the Yoruba one, I guess?” “Yes.” “You speak the language?" "Not really. I understand, but I can't speak it fluently." "Karo," Mother says. "Did Mother just speak Yoruba?" I ask, laughing out loud. "Yes," he says, smiling. "What did she say?" "Good morning." Mother responds. "Ok. Ok. Someone is learning fast." Louis says.