Novel & Cerita Long Loud House Fanfic

Chapter 92 |The Past- Luciano (Age 16)| It is the silence that hits me as soon as I open the front door of the house that immediately lets me know something is wrong. The house is never this quiet. It's either Papà is barking out orders on a phone call—of which, the calls don't stop coming in or Mamma is reciting her latest poem while trying to add even more spice to whatever she's making. Kiara has discovered she likes to talk a lot about everything she learned in school, everything including boys in motorcycle clubs, boys that I would rather slice my ears off than hear about one more time. She's only twelve by the way.

What is that made Winnie an adult to became mute for over two months now. Without knowing, l hurried my foot steps and in milliseconds l was on that room side way. Trying to compose myself of how am going to knock on the door. I didn't even warm the place l stood in when a woman's loud clamour that are Sametime like barkings and a man's groaning came inside. I got perturbed and felt my entire body shivering. There is no one else living in this villa except me and Keron. It's pretty obvious that he had brought a woman.

Then the ceiling fan clicked on. Slow. Lazy. Then faster. The blades blurred. Red light blinked. From the hub. From the center. Marcus’s voice came through. Not from speakers. From the fan itself. Soft. Amused. “You really thought the bedroom was safe?” Julian went rigid beneath me. I froze. Marcus laughed. Low. Warm. “Beautiful,” he said. “Every time.” The fan light brightened. Then dimmed. Then a new feed. Projected onto the ceiling. Us.

I moaned softly, hole twitching around his cock, already craving whatever he gave me next. The fan in the hall stayed dead. But the fire between us was just getting started.

Dom The hallway outside the Luna’s suite felt like a tunnel made of ice. I stood by the heavy oak doors, my back against the cold stone wall. My earpiece was buzzing with the sounds of the pack gathering in the courtyard. I could hear the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the high-pitched excitement from the big hall. Everyone was waiting, waiting to see the Luna. Hear the Luna speak. But inside this house, a murder was being prepared. Shame was brewing.

Mo murmured, using her decorative fan once more. The room wasn’t hot, just simmering with all kinds of tensions. And when the Lycan fixed his hooded gaze on my Lizzy I felt ready to explode.

“Babe! Do you really need to talk so openly about our sexlife?” “Damian, since when do you care? Remember your father made us move into our suite in the packhouse and bring Ashe and Adam with us, because between you and I and the two of them, the neighbors were always complaining about the noise from our apartment. Thankfully, the soundproofing means much less chance of hearing my best friend and their mate in the act.” I laugh, knowing how he feels about that exchange. “Oh, I think you would enjoy having more than one mate! We do love it, right James? Luz?” Franco says with a big smile.

Long Aotian bowed directly. "No! Never! I'm not marrying my soon to you!!! My son will not marry anyone! I just got my son to myself now you want him, huh? Fat chance! Get lost," he shouted and dragged Xia over to the portal. Xia reluctantly left behind the pouting Long. "I love you most," he mouthed to him. "I love you best!" Long shouted behind him.

The hotel was dead quiet. nothing but the clanks of the fans rotating on the ceiling could be hard.Luciana who's running for warmth but soon got tired of it. She stole her body on one of the couches in Jalon's room. Jalon On the other hand, was sprawled on the bed, furiously texting with his smartphone. the TV was on, but none of them bothered to look for a channel that was worthwhile watching. it was nothing but static displaying on the screen. Luciana will swallow the

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.