Louisiana Slang Novels & Stories

I said, my voice slurring despite myself. People were starting to look. Louis laughed and waved dismissively. “It is just a couple’s fight,” he said easily. “She is drunk.” My vision blurred. The lights overhead smeared into streaks. I tried to speak again, but the words would not form properly. I pushed at his chest weakly, panic clawing at my throat. His grip tightened.

Kyle then gritted his teeth and said, "You're the one who's the fool! Not! You are not only cunning but also cunning, two-faced, false gentleman, ah " Kyle said that Louis was squeezed on the back of his neck; his hand was pulled back. "Talk more! Talk more! " Kyle then clicked his tongue and said, "Enough jokes! Let me out! " "Hahaha... why is it so easy? Please beg me! " Kyle didn't delay for a second, but said, "Please! Let me go! " Louis curled his lips into a smile and haughtily said, "Are you begging for that? Let's use a more obedient tone! "

Looking down at my cowboy boots and sundress, I laugh and say, “I guess I’m a real Louisianan now.” His laugh is deep and infectious, lighting up his eyes, and revealing the small lines around his face from years of laughing and being in the sun. “With that Yankee accent? I don’t think so.” I bring my hands to my hips. “What’s wrong with my accent?” “Nothin’,” he says with a grin. “It’s very precise.” “Well, sorry,” I say drawing out my vowels. I fan myself dramatically. “It’s hot as tarnation out here. Ain’t ya got a window open?”

Louis raises his eyebrow. Cassandra joins her hands, rubbing them like a villain, possessing a chuckle like a villain. "We ain't telling you that, Louis Johnson. Ehehehe." "Did you become a pirate?" "Yohoho! Maybe~" "You are the literal definition of silliness, Cassie." Louis shakes his head, but he adds, "Never lose that from you." Cassandra quickly raises her hand and yells, "Yes sir!" After they have come back home, dropped by Louis as he wanted to crash by for a day or two, he prepares dinner for them as well.

Barbara did not want to be a third-wheeler, so she nodded and left with Maisie. It was only natural for Tanner not to want to be left behind and be the only third-wheeler, so he patted Louis on the shoulder. “I’ll go back first.” “Hey! Are you people just going to leave me here?” Ryleigh watched as they all went away and glared at Louis furiously as if she was a wife who her husband had just wronged. “Will you die if you stop poking me for a second?” Louis leaned over to her side and gave off a pregnant smirk. “Poke is a word with multiple meanings, or to be precise, two. So which poke are you referring to?”

But my white juices were all over our clothes "Gonna be an awkward hike" Louis chuckles as he puts on his clothes.

He arched an eyebrow. "What?" Maggie spluttered. "God, no!" "Good then," he laughed. "So I'll call you from Louisiana?" "You'd better call me, bayou boy."

I asked in a sultry way. Louis, still grinned, he answered, “yes sexy, you're indeed incredible, right Angelou?” I turned to Angelou who took a sip from his glass before he snort, “yeah, it was entertaining,” I smiled widely, “seems your friend didn't find it incredible unlike you.” Louis, who had a confused expression, continued “the hell man, come on I saw your boner,” he said loudly, making me chuckle shyly. “Yeah I did get a boner but I would be more glad if I saw you, sexy,” he said, turning his attention to me, “all wet and begging to cum.” He said with a smirk.

I heard a voice replied her from the kitchen She walked me out the entrance door as I stroll round the garden with her and Liam, we heard a car drive in the lots, Louisiana walked out the car with a man as she held at him, they walked slowly towards us, I suppose he'll be Mr Louise, Liam's Dad, Louisiana smiled at me as they did walk towards us "Hi Miriam, how are you?" Louisiana asked me "You look good, your outfit is great too" Louisiana told me "And you look so beautiful in yours" She replied me

"Go full Cajun on me." His unrestrained laughter rang out. "Full Cajun, you say?" I nodded eagerly, and he cleared his throat, launching into an exuberant stream of thick, backwoods Southern French Cajun, his words a playful jumble of English and French. "Well, let me tell ya, chère, when the gators sleep, we don't just sleep, nous fais do-do right on the bayou side, catch dem catfish with nothing but a line and a good ol' chunk of hot sausage, oui." He paused, then translated with a wink, "That means we're having a good time by the water."