Enough Is Enough The Loud House Novels & Stories

another chimed in. "That's right! Word is, Mr. Lowe picked out a super expensive gift for Mrs. Lowe. I wish I could catch a glimpse! And their son even helped plan the whole thing!" "What a picture-perfect family." Someone sighed. All the gushing and gossip drifted into Bianca's ears, but she showed no expression. The bitterness inside her was hers alone to bear. Inside the grand atrium, a warm spotlight lit the stage where Sebastian stood, dignified and polished, waiting at the end of a red carpet.

Now, they were nothing more than chains. Somehow, Kael got wind of it. He stormed into my residence, fury written all over his face. "Talia, what the hell are you playing at? You think doing all this makes you look kind? Noble? You think it’ll make me change my mind?" I didn’t even look up. My voice was calm. "That’s not what I’m doing."

* She thought as she delivered the orders. And Patrice’s luck must be playing games with her today. 8 people entered the café. Patrice looked at the door and her mood… Oh my God. How do I say it? Her mood changed 180-degrees. Infinite entered (Without L) = NERVOUS Jillian entered = FIRST BLOOD Jillian entered with L = DOUBLE KILL *Could this day get any better?* Patrice asked herself as she shut her eyes and went on giving out the orders.

The wolf inside him howled, a sound of pure anguish that echoed through the empty pack house. And no one came. Because Adrian Blackwood was finally, completely alone.

I stood pressed against the hallway wall. The sounds coming from the room where Nancy Cooper and her assistant were kept getting louder. The low, mournful music of the memorial still lingered at the far end of the corridor, but behind this door, the atmosphere felt completely different. It was heavy, intimate, and undeniably wrong. "Oh, right. Those board members still won't sign the contract?" "Don't even get me started," Nancy said, lowering her voice, irritation seeping through her every word. "Joshua may have stepped back, but those old fossils only listen to him, not me. Once I get that contract, I'm getting rid of every last one of them."

Meghan's POV I went back inside, and on my way I was stopped by Lolita and Bella. "What part about you missed a spot don't you understand? Who's going to clean all of this?" Lolita said. "Maybe she is expecting us to do it, mom." Anger swelled inside of me all of a sudden. "This is my husband's house and I can clean it whenever I want to. I wish you both can leave already." Their eyes widened as I said that. No one believed I could dare speak back, even I didn't believe that.

" I watched her impatient face. Five years, and nothing had changed—still acting like the world owed her. Yeah, count all you want, Delia. I wasn't showing. Because I was already dead. "William! Do you hear me? Can't you just do me this one favor?" She spun and kicked the bedroom door open. It hit the wall hard. Still empty inside. Clicking her tongue, she tore through the place like I was playing hide-and-seek in the dust. Still nothing. Then it hit her. No one lived here. She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and stomped out.

Though he appeared exhausted, there was a relaxed look on his face. I could practically hear the smug triumph in her gloating words. "So sorry for borrowing him again, Lily. He's worn out now because he was busy running around for me. Oh, right—he didn't manage to get the rose tattoo on his chest removed, did he? What a pity." In that moment, I couldn't even bring myself to feel angry. I stared at my own reflection in the screen, noting the blank look in my eyes and the pitiful pallor of my skin. It was as though I had finally realized just how big of a joke I was.

I was still having the conversation with myself in my head when the phone buzzed on the coffee table. I reached for it absentmindedly. Dominic. I picked. “Hello.” My voice sounded tired, even in my own ears. “Hello, Sunshine,” came his every gentle and charming voice. “Did I wake you?” “I haven't gone to bed yet. I just tucked Bella in and I’m enjoying some silence.” “You sound really exhausted, Darling.” His voice purred through the other end of the line. I forced a laugh. “You have no idea, Dominic.”

Congealed grease clung to my skin, and the room filled with the stench of spoiled food. I pressed my lips together and stood frozen as the filthy liquid dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle around my feet. The ceiling light flickered, splitting and rejoining the reflections on the floor. I looked at the closed bedroom door, and grief rose inside me. I knocked. "Chloe, open the door. We need to talk." Her muffled, furious voice came from beneath the blankets. "I have nothing to say to you! All you care about is money!