Laney Loud Novels & Stories

She's always been kind, intelligent and considerate not like my mother who always wanted to mould me to something never caring how I felt ,as they make their way to me I can't help but smile Laney is wearing black jeans and a Black mortal combat t shirt with black combat heel boots she's still short even in her heels. Blake is in jeans and white t shirt with matching white sneakers he runs up to me his wild hair is everywhere I kneel down to meet him picking him up in my arms "Hi Buddy " Hi Zach Mommy says she's going to buy me a car" excuse me I said when you turned sixteen "Laney objects shaking her head " well you can have anything you want ,your dad has money " I tell him Laney shoots d

Hell half the guys here probably don’t speak English. *They’re not gonna back down, and Dex is not going to expect us to. Which is stupid since a deer is enough for us all,* Laney says, baring her teeth and dropping the shirt from her mouth. She knows as well as I do it doesn’t matter if common sense dictates it's enough for us all. There can only be one winner. There isn’t time for debate, there isn’t time to question anything because my partner/mate is already lunging. Goddess! Did he learn nothing from the rabbit in the bush!! Stupid male!!

Kylynn yells. “YOU WEREN’T SUSPOSSED TO BE THE ONE WALKING INTO THE KITCHEN.” Lance yells back. “I think riding that crotch rocket all the time has fried his brain. He has been breathing in to much air pollution or something.” Tianya comments. “I do not ride a crotch rocket; that is just fucking insulting. My baby is a Harley.” Lance points out.

My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I stepped out of my office and into the private hallway leading directly toward his. I knocked twice gently before stepping inside. Laney barely looked up from the stack of documents spread across his desk. “Finally.” I closed the door carefully behind me. “You called me less than thirty seconds ago.” “And somehow you still took too long.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Laney sat in his usual position behind the massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms while his expensive watch glinted beneath the office lights. His dark hair looked slightly messy today, likely from running his hands through it repeatedly out of fr

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and anxiety. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, his tone gentle. “Are you feeling okay about starting school?” Lune sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I don’t know, Arlo. I mean, I’m excited, but I’m also… nervous. What if I don’t fit in? What if I’m behind because I didn’t finish college before?”