Novel & Cerita Louisiana Slang

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.

Not hard when the man made her smile at his jokes. I understand, she answered. Can we meet tomorrow at 3? I Googled and found a place that seems to be popular there in Lafayette called La Roux. Know where that is? Cher, I’m a native. I know every crack in the sidewalk around here. Morgan smiled and typed, Cher? I’m not that tall or old enough to have had a singing career since the 60s! LOL. It means dear in French, he translated. I’m Cajun, so I grew up speaking the language.

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.

Louis said proudly. "Really? What is it?"

“Say something, Louis!” “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!?”

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.

) "Guys look around while I help Aaliyah." "Teach me, French." Antonio raised his eyebrow. "What? Right now?" "Just the basics." "The best way to learn the language is in bed," Louis told her his French accent was thick it sounds like he hadn't spoken English in years. "You heard the man, still want to learn French?" She chuckles not answering as they stopped walking, Louis handed her a red dress. "Thank you." He nods smiling. "C'est mon plaisir, les vestiaires sont là." She looked at Antonio for translation.

"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.

was Louis’ harsh reply. “You really expect me to believe this stupid happy family facade?” Said the fucking woman with a mocking voice “Have you not seen her well? You got interested in an eccentric goth full of piercings and with two kids out of nowhere... Please, Louis, you can tell at first sight what this is all about.” "Thank God you have a vagina and no balls, otherwise I would have castrated you by now,” Louis growled. "And get the fuck away from me!"