Lori Loud Loud House Novels & Stories

Her mother's fiftieth birthday was coming up on Saturday so they both took a five day leave to go for a visit. Lori was five seven and about one hundred thirty pounds. She had blonde hair that in the summer turned almost white. She was tan with a golden glow about her. Her blue eyes were huge and a shade of blue rarely seen in nature. When she smiled, her perfect white teeth and dimples just added to her beauty. Bodily, she was slim and athletic with broad shoulders, small breasts, wide sensuous hips and legs that seemed to go on forever. She was a traffic stopper. Lori would be turning twenty-one in September.

Lori's soft voice filled the room and she sighed in relief and turned around. "I was thinking of fixing myself a cup of tea; I can't sleep," Elena told her. "Sorry, hun. I've always wanted to change the mattresses to something much more comfortable, but Gary won't let me," Lori complained, and Elena arched an eyebrow at her, conveying her confusion. "Gary is Marcus's grandfather. He doesn't like guests; he'll be so mad when he wakes up and sees everyone tomorrow morning," Lori said with a laugh that faded as quickly as it came.

Nothing that’ll get me ripped apart. “Have you roamed around the packhouse much?” I asked, voice a little too casual. “A bit.” I nodded, trying to seem unfazed even though my wolf was clawing at my ribcage to get closer. “Well, we have a lot of rooms here – for ranked members, guests, and exceptional cases. The first floor also has the kitchen, dining hall, and lounge room, and one wing is left completely for the ballroom with high ceilings, so it actually takes up three floors. You probably noticed that the whole packhouse is shaped like a squared U?

THIRD PERSON POV The Lagos Polo Club lounge was a sanctuary of dark wood, leather that smelled of money, and air conditioning so cold it felt like a different continent. Here, the noise of the "commoners" outside—the sirens, the shouting, the struggle—was muted by soundproof glass and the clinking of crystal.

A helper started splaying soft strokes of the paint mixture on Bjorn's back, drawing sacred patterns of the Grime clan on his skin. "You shouldn't be here," Bjorn grumbled. Lori laughed, waving a hand absentmindedly. "Oh, Dov. Come take a look at the grouchy face here." She looked at Bjorn, her tone jovial. "Annoyed as usual." Bjorn sighed, fed up, but his frown remained. "You're—" "Be still, Bjorn." Lori smiled. "You seem to forget that I am now a married woman."

"We had to make some changes to your room since the grandkids come over at times. Lorie has three now and Bob's gotten married and has two." "Wow. I've missed a lot." He looked at his room that now held two beds instead of the one. A lot of his things were gone; the music posters, gaming systems, and most of the personal effects from the bookshelf. The old computer still set on the desk and Troy entered the room with more nostalgia than the trepidation that he thought he'd feel.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

I smiled, “Good.” When we reached the first house, Lori saw the size of the house and she gasped, “This house is way more than I need.” I smiled, “Let’s just take a look inside and see. It may just have big rooms.” When the Suburban stopped, I got out and Brent hurried to her side and helped her out without hurting her. I started to get the feeling there may be something starting there and I have no problem with it.

A door closed loudly somewhere and heavy footsteps could be heard approaching, along with some peculiar jingling sound. "Please, don't argue. Let me just wipe it." The panic was clear in Lori's voice now. Emma opened her mouth to say something but didn't let out a sound as the murmur and chatter in the hall died down instantly. Except for the shuffling of feet, the house went quiet. Every maid in the hall moved instantly toward the center. Lori's face looked liked she had seen a ghost. Emma noticed it and turned round. Her gaze followed Lori's but there was nothing.

the lady said with a smile, "Come in! there are no customers, we are the only ones here. Don't worry..." Cornell scratched his head and made his way in. Carline, Astrielle and I followed. We sat on the couch in the living room of the spa. Mrs. Loudor played a harmonica and other percussion instruments on the television. Maybe to mask the conversation we will be having just in case there are wolves around.