Out with it
Give it the creole to put a spin like that. "yeah, that helps" liam nodded. "you guys, i don't know what do to with ya" cody said. "et si tu rentrais à la maison pour une visite?" tobin asked, "like i said, we miss you."
Loup Garou
Cecilia resumed chanting in creole loudly above the cries of agony i was making. sam kept reassuring me with whispers into my ear. i tried to take comfort in his voice as cecilia sprinkled something over my head.
The Bronx vs. The Bayou - Part 2
It applied to boxing just as much as it did in actual combat, and pierre calypso, the father and trainer of bruno "the creole destroyer" calypso was a equally aware of its importance.
Two Raptors In A City of Zombies 4 - Home Sweet Home
"french creole, yeah." "right...i picked up most of that from the translator in me." "you got a translator?" "yeah, it like autodetects languages and shit, the guy said you had an unusual accent though."
The Bronx vs. The Bayou - Part 4
#19 of miscellaneous stories deep in the heart of louisiana, bruno "the creole destroyer" calypso waded into bayou lafourche, one of the many rivers in that part of the state.
The Bounty Hunters. Pt 1
Fekiikiri readers vur aldoer ekess sia story (greetings readers, and welcome to my story) si mi unsure sjek nomeno story nishka qe bensvelk usv ti, origato loaw algbo received, shar si tepoha tepohada nomeno story persvek sia fothisev ihk creol tairais
Reminiscing on the Swamp
It had to follow the theme of the con, nights on the bayou, but i literally know nothing about creole people so i did a little research and faked the rest. sorry, real cajuns. "excuse me, is this where the swamp tour is?" layla's voice was meek.
The Bronx vs. The Bayou - Part 5
From new orleans, louisiana, ladies and gentlemen, here is bruno "the creole destroyer" calypso!"
Nemesis
"'dis must be de chile'," she said in a thick creole accent. "presenting, queen cecilia martinique," sam said. cecilia held out her hand to me and when i took it, she led me into the altar room that we had just left.
Blunts and Asses
Joel, a pale kid with a milk chocolate brown cut that reach his chin, widened his swamp green eyes and choked as he was inhaling, "isn't that the creepy voodoo creole woman that lives behind you?"
Just Desserts
He slowly pulled his young creole stranger up and guided him to the bed. they sat down on the edge, their legs hanging over and kissed more lovingly once more, and beau pulled away.
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
But deep inside he'd always dismissed all things voodoo and demonic as nothing but fanciful creole tales. _good ol' southern gumbo jumbo,_ he'd joke. now he wasn't so sure, anymore.