Louis Unjudged Love
Unjudged Love Louis was the first to notice the new servant. His name was Harry Styles, and he was new to the small southern town. The maids would find themselves staring at the new servant instead of sweeping. Louis wondered how the master’s daughter would take to the new servant. Maribelle was around the age of eighteen, and was still at home. Her father is one of the richest plantation owners, and she had many suitors asking for her hand in marriage, but her father had one man for his daughter.
“Louis, the cotton isn’t going to pick itself!” Liam Payne shouts.
Liam Payne, he was a man like Louis sent across the sea from London to pay off his crimes. All Louis and Liam did was steal from the rich and give to the poor.
“Can you call …show more content…
Her father stood next to the fireplace with a man standing beside him. The man had to be around the age of her friend Louis. He had raven black hair that was kept short, dark brown eyes that seemed soulless, and he was tall and thin. He wore the finest suit that she had ever seen. Her father stood next to him wearing his nicest suit, his mustache waxed, and his short brown hair was freshly shaved. Her mother kept her blue eyes down, her blonde hair in a bun, and she made sure she had her handkerchief ready in case she caught a cough. Her mother was ill, and she was not getting any better. Maribelle often woke up to find her mother’s blood all over the …show more content…
“What do you do?” Maribelle asked Zayn as they walked around the farm.
“I am a business man. My family owns a company that works with plantation owners.”
“Are you marrying me for the money?”
“The land will be a nice thing added on top of that.” Zayn shrugged his shoulders.
His thin pink lips were dry, his jaw line was sharp, and he had these long eyelashes. He was a beautiful man, but she didn’t feel a thing for him. Her heart didn’t soar at the idea of spending forever with Zayn.
“Are you excited to be married?”
“I do like the idea of love.” Maribelle smiled widely at the idea of kissing a boy she couldn’t get enough of.
“How about we try this out then? I am going to a show tomorrow. Would you like to join me?”
The theater was always performing plays, and she always enjoyed the way the actors sang.
“That would be lovely.” She squeaks out with excitement building up within her tiny body.
“Great, I will see you then.”
Zayn leaned down to press his lips to her cheek. Her cheeks would usually heat up at this interaction, but her cheeks seemed to grow ice cold. She didn’t feel a thing for her
“Louis, the cotton isn’t going to pick itself!” Liam Payne shouts.
Liam Payne, he was a man like Louis sent across the sea from London to pay off his crimes. All Louis and Liam did was steal from the rich and give to the poor.
“Can you call …show more content…
Her father stood next to the fireplace with a man standing beside him. The man had to be around the age of her friend Louis. He had raven black hair that was kept short, dark brown eyes that seemed soulless, and he was tall and thin. He wore the finest suit that she had ever seen. Her father stood next to him wearing his nicest suit, his mustache waxed, and his short brown hair was freshly shaved. Her mother kept her blue eyes down, her blonde hair in a bun, and she made sure she had her handkerchief ready in case she caught a cough. Her mother was ill, and she was not getting any better. Maribelle often woke up to find her mother’s blood all over the …show more content…
“What do you do?” Maribelle asked Zayn as they walked around the farm.
“I am a business man. My family owns a company that works with plantation owners.”
“Are you marrying me for the money?”
“The land will be a nice thing added on top of that.” Zayn shrugged his shoulders.
His thin pink lips were dry, his jaw line was sharp, and he had these long eyelashes. He was a beautiful man, but she didn’t feel a thing for him. Her heart didn’t soar at the idea of spending forever with Zayn.
“Are you excited to be married?”
“I do like the idea of love.” Maribelle smiled widely at the idea of kissing a boy she couldn’t get enough of.
“How about we try this out then? I am going to a show tomorrow. Would you like to join me?”
The theater was always performing plays, and she always enjoyed the way the actors sang.
“That would be lovely.” She squeaks out with excitement building up within her tiny body.
“Great, I will see you then.”
Zayn leaned down to press his lips to her cheek. Her cheeks would usually heat up at this interaction, but her cheeks seemed to grow ice cold. She didn’t feel a thing for her