Lori Loud Loud House

Mabella Thorne is not your typical Luna material. is loud, mouthy, and disrespectful. She doesn't want to be the Luna, and she doesn't want to be with her mate, Alpha Ethan Levi. But when the pack is threatened by a rival pack, Mabella is forced to step up and take charge. She must learn to control her powers, lead the pack, and protect her people. Along the way, she will have to deal with her feelings for Seth, the challenges of being a young Luna, and the dangers of the werewolf world.

"You’re not my mate," he said, loud enough for the whole pack to hear. "You’re just an omega. Nothing more." He didn’t reject me. Not officially. That would have been too easy. No, Kade left the bond burning between us, torturing me with every breath I took. He touched other women in front of me. He smiled at them, whispered things against their throats, while I stood there, aching, pretending I didn’t care.

" It's a contract. You will be my groom, just for sixty days… ", her loud but annoying voice echoed in his ear. She sat at the edge of the table, " I will hire you to be my groom, and I'll pay you immediately after the contract is over. Don't ever refer to me as your wife, because nothing is binding the both of us together." " No sex. No love. No kisses. No feelings. You are just a hired groom for sixty days. Live your life the way you want it, but not for these sixty days ", she narrated further.

Julian Fontaine came to Boston University with one goal: win the annual skating championship. He is a focused and disciplined figure skater with no time for distractions. Asher Beckett on the other hand is a loud golden-boy hockey jock, and the last person Julian wants anywhere near his ice. But when sharing a rink turns into stolen glances and unexpected late-night practices, Julian starts to wonder if falling for Asher might be the one risk worth taking. Because love, like skating, is best when you finally let yourself fall.

Vianna Shina, she didn't really have any goals in mind as she moved through life. An orphan she learned to live her life alone and was an independent person. She was an artist and most of her day was consumed by charcoal and due dates for work she needed to complete. She thought the most dangerous thing in her life was forgetting to eat and passing out on top of one of her canvas and ruining her work. That was until one night while in her studio a loud crash came from outside and what she found changed her life.

Held Light, Held Close follows Celeste Bradbury, a quiet, disciplined young woman who arrives in New York to work with the world-famous band Luminous Riot. Raised in the hush of convent halls and foster homes, Celeste has learned to survive by moving gently, listening closely, and building her life out of small, steadfast rituals. But the music world is loud, chaotic, and unkind—especially under the sharp eye of Paul Logan, the band’s volatile lead singer who meets her composure with relentless mockery. As weeks turn into months, Celeste maintains her quiet routines, her faith, and her dignity despite the storm around her. She becomes a still point in the band’s restless orbit—an anchor none of them expected, and a mirror that reveals what each member is running from. Through rehearsals, touring, backstage politics, deadlines, and private battles the world never sees, Celeste’s presence begins to shape the group in ways that defy explanation. The House She Built is a story of chosen family, slow-burn transformation, unspoken tenderness, and the quiet power of a woman who refuses to break—even when the world demands it. It is about the sanctuary we build within ourselves, and the imperfect people we let inside.

“are you ok” Halley says through mindlink. “no I need to get out of here” I reply “what’s wrong” “that’s my brother” I say, panicked “sh.it" she says out loud “Just stay here, and I will sneak off. If he’s here, Shane might be, too. He’s your mate, you have to talk to him” “I’m not going to be his mate” she says out loud, sh.it. Why couldn’t she use her inner voice “sorry” she looks at me and shrugs, realising she said it out loud. Sam looks around confused “what’s wrong? we don’t know each other. You have to give me a chance before deciding that” he pleads “I know enough about you to decide” she says as I try to get up without him noticing. He looks really upset and confused, and then he turns and sees me. “Aria” he says, shocked before he hugged me “I thought we lost you. We looked for you everywhere” he says, upset. “Why would you do that? You made it clear I am not your sister, with words and actions now. Please let me go. I would like to leave” I say, annoyed and worried “Please just wait, let me talk to you, I’m sorry” he begs, but I can’t it must be a trick

Alexa Côté is determined to seek justice for her father’s death after receiving her father’s letter from an anonymous sender. She sets out to return to the same Mansion she swore never to return to. She applies to work for her childhood crush—Ethan Bouchard, the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company, who she believes is obstructing her from finding out the truth about her father’s death. Unknown to her, Ethan Bouchard has been in search for her father’s killer and has been helping her to get her revenge on everyone who caused her father’s death.

Natasha Harkins, the daughter of the alpha of  Blackheart Pack was asked by her father to marry Alpha Redd Larson of the Whitesword Pack. Why? Because that alpha could only save their business and the orphanage she was managing. She wouldn't allow it. She had a mate for crying out loud! It was another alpha from another pack—Alpha Ali.  She thought everything was alright between Alpha Ali and her but he suddenly called her one night saying, "I, Ali Stevens, reject Natasha Harkins as my mate.” Would she be forced to accept Alpha Redd's marriage proposal now?

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.