It's Not Your Fault The Loud House Part 2 Novels & Stories

She smiled brightly and said, “Mommy, where are you staying?” Her mother smiled brightly and replied, “Since Donald chased me out of my house, I went to my parents’ house. However, the house was vandalized by the thugs. The property inspector advised me to demolish the house because there was a problem with the structure and foundation of the house. However, I didn’t have enough money to fix the house. I built a two-room house for the time being.” It was the first time Bella heard her mother mentioning her parents. Did she abandon her parents because she was married to a wealthy man?

The group chat went wild instantly. Unit 502 wrote in. [@Unit 202 Have you completely lost your mind? Are you trying to scam money out of other tenants now?] Unit 902 chimed in. [Since there are security cameras, check the footage. If that's not available, call property management. Why are you acting crazy in the group chat? @Unit 202] Right after that, Shirley spammed several sixty-second voice messages. I didn't even need to play them to know they were probably packed with profanity and screeching.

"What I'm saying is, he made his own decision to be unnecessarily mad at you. What you’re blaming yourself for is being what you are, and that’s no one’s fault and nothing you can change. You're choosing to not tell him about what you are because you're trying to protect him, and you shouldn't feel bad about that." Lauren groaned "Now I'm even more confused than before I told you anything." Beth chuckled "Yes, that's why I'm here. To drive you nuts." Lauren opened her mouth to say something, then stopped abruptly, glancing in alarm at their house. She'd heard a noise, like a human cry. It was small and almost easy to miss, and miss it she might have if her hearing wasn't as impeccable as it

- The tallest man among them spoke loudly. After that, they rushed use in with baseball bat tools, and big hammers, and began to smash my house. The constant sound of collapse made me panic and fear, and I rushed to stop them. “Stop it now! Stop, don't smash my house! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!” - I scream like a lunatic but every time I rush in to stop them, someone pulls me out, one of them holds on to me no matter how I scream or cry they still don't stop.

I knock again…still no response. I kept knocking until she finally answered “Who is it? She said with an unusual shaky voice “It’s Luther,can we talk…please?” “No, I have nothing to say to you “ “Wait, no Violet listen to me, I know you think everything that happened was your fault , and I just want you to know it’s not your fault, and that you don’t have to punish yourself by pushing everyone away, you aren’t alone I’m here for you…Violet, I-I love you “.she doesn’t say anything “Please, say something “

“So. Big night for everyone.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Right.” He starts checking down the side of the couch cushions. “Neither do I. I definitely didn’t hear anything coming from the main house at two in the morning when I passed that would suggest anyone else on this property was also having a very big night.” Oh my, were we loud? Wha if our parents heard? My face goes hot. “I hate you.” “You don’t even know me.” “I’m getting a very clear picture.”

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud, sharp screech echoed from the lower floor of the mansion, bouncing off the high ceilings and vibrating through the heavy wooden door. It was a woman’s voice, raw, shrieking, and full of chaotic rage, followed by the heavy thud of security boots on marble. Elias groaned aloud, rubbing his temples as his expression twisted into annoyance. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. "He actually removed the tape from her mouth. Why was he dumb enough to do that inside my house?"

What was funny? “Can you hear the sounds?? the sounds coming out of your apartment. The music, the volume, the- “Sex?” he suggested, smiling. “You mean the sex?” “The sex, yes.” I confirmed, straightening out. Glaring. “Can you hear it? Hear how loud it is right now.” “Oh, it’s disturbing you?” “Yes!” I let out vibrantly, exasperated out of my mind. “It is disturbing me. As a matter of fact it’s all I can hear in my apartment! I can’t even hear my own self.”

The whole kitchen is filled with the enticing aroma of dark roast, making my mouth water. I walk into the kitchen with a yawn, and Mich asks, "Long night, Seb? You guys should really get a soundproof room, man. Shelly is one loud woman. I think the whole house heard her," he says, laughing. "Ah, shut up. You're just jealous. Plus, this is my house; I can do whatever I want. If you don't like it, soundproof your own room," I reply, laughing. "I'll make her scream from the rooftop for all to hear and know that she is mine."

He slowly opened the door to his study, stepping into the spacious first-floor corridor, which was brightly lit by sunlight streaming through the large windows. The house was indeed grand, with shiny marble floors and luxurious decorations that reflected his business success. Gito walked towards the front of the house to look for Pak Budi. But as he walked through the living room, his ears picked up something strange. A faint sound, like a soft sigh and a low moan, came from the second floor. To be precise, from Leon's room, his son's room. Gito froze for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. 'What is that?' he thought, trying to hear more clearly. Gito began to suspect something.