Enough Is Enough The Loud House Novels & Stories

Horizon Cole's Point of View: Sage told me that the lavish interior in their house was inspired by his Dad's favorite international architectures. The artwork hanging on the right corner of the wall was painted by his Mom. The built-in security features of their house gave a luxury touch to the entire house. Because of the modern look of the interior, it looked so spacious. Back then, we were always on their huge balcony that provide a surreal view of the surroundings. I was sitting on the couch and heard the footsteps of someone, for sure that was Sage. I was watching him walking in my direction and he was sitting beside me.

It was where he had kidnapped her… where he had cast her out of his life. “Why there?” “Oh… I see… You’re right,” Dea muttered. “It wouldn’t work. That’s your private getaway. It’s not meant for everyday living. It doesn’t have a phone line…” “Not anymore.” Theo grasped her hands in his and looked her straight in her hazel eyes. “After our weekend, I made extensive updates on the house. It has the newest technology and a generator that works just fine. And, when I found out about the baby, I started making some more changes.”

Rosa set down another plate of toast with a sound like punctuation. “If anyone is planning to become emotional before nine, do it quietly.” That nearly ended Louie. Eiji, who heard everything and understood perhaps half of it and needed none of the understanding to cause trouble, pointed his jam knife toward the room. “This is officially the loudest house in the world.” Elene sighed. “No. It is just ours.” And there it was. No ceremony. No adult blessing. No paperwork. No donor plaque. No therapist’s outcome scale. No threshold language.

In the seventieth year of my marriage to Adrian, the whole world still believed we were the most devoted vampire couple alive. In the documentary, he looked at me across old footage that spanned half a century and told everyone, "After I met my wife, I finally understood that even immortality can make you feel there isn't enough time." He confessed his love for me. He said he wanted every tomorrow I had. But that same night, I received a video. In a dim hotel corridor, my husband had a young human woman pinned against the wall, his head bent to bite the side of her neck. She asked him whether he was going home to me that night. Adrian kissed the blood from the corner of her lips and answered

I kept my head down and tightened my grip on the number ticket. In the end, James left, leaving me alone at the courthouse. A voice from the loudspeaker called our number, informing us that it was finally our turn to register our marriage. My eyes stung with tears as I crumpled the ticket and tossed it into the trash. James and I had been together for five years. He proposed two years ago, but somehow, we still haven’t made it official. Just then, my phone rang. It was Mom, her voice filled with excitement and hope.

our eyes were also met but I didn’t receive any reaction from her. “Don’t mind me, just drive” The man said as he breaks his eye contact with me. The woman just looks in front to focus on her driving. I just looked out the window as the car entered the enchanting gate and I saw a classic Mediterranean house design, which looked like the Mikaelons' mansion in the Series of 'The originals'. I was amazed at how big and alluring his house is, our house is also quite big but it looks like it's just a yard to them if you compared my house to his.

This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"

Saturday crept in like a whispered apology. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and soft, but Maya kept her face buried in the pillow. She didn’t want light. She didn’t want warmth. She wanted silence, stillness—nothingness. The sting of slush on her neck still lingered in her skin, even after three showers and a bottle of detergent. But worse than that was the soundless weight of shame. No words. No comfort. Just the echo of laughter in the hallways, and that damn photo that refused to disappear from her head.

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

he said and Chase rolled his eyes. "How's that dream house coming up?" he asked. Nathan nodded, "Dylan said it's almost done. I think it'll be done by the summer." "I can't wait to go and hide there," Chase said. "Why?" "Sometimes, my wife is crazy," Chase whispered as he looked around Nathan's office as if expecting Eve to pop out of nowhere and smack his head. "And you're crazy too; it's a perfect match," Nathan laughed making him scowl. "I think being pregnant does that to people," Chase stated and his friend shrugged.