Novel & Cerita Lori Loud Loud House

The night had grown deep by the time **Liora** returned to the pack house. The large stone corridors were dimly lit, soft yellow lamps casting long shadows across the polished floors. Most of the household had already finished dinner. She pushed the heavy front door open carefully, trying not to make noise. Her arms were full of shopping bags from the salon and the small birthday preparations she and Tessa had picked up afterward. *Just get to the room quietly…* She stepped inside and closed the door softly behind her.

I made my voice a little friendlier so she'd be encouraged to come out. "Hello?" I tried the knob. It moved. "I'm coming in," I said. "You might be dead." Okay, not a good joke. I mentally kicked myself. Uno's room was a mirror image of mine. The stark difference was it didn't use a glass wall, but a solid stone on the other end. She wasn't inside, though I could smell her all over the place. It had a calming effect on me.

I hear Lucas greet Theseus, asking for Lora and Leo taking her as they work together in figuring out how toy cars for her in the coming days. "I'll take her home, she can stay with us," Leo tells Lucas aloud. "What's happening?" Theseus asks, his voice worried and deep. "Lilith's going into heat, she'll be too crazed to keep Lora," Lucas explains. "Oh, right. Can I come with Lora?" Theseus asks Leo. "I... sure, yes." The house is empty now and despite hearing everyone outside figuring things out I lock the house down, walking into the bedroom, through the bathroom and into the small room I use as a secondary office.

She was smiling at the camera, holding a trophy. Karen swipe down. Childhood photos. Colorful themed birthdays. Family trips. Christmas. Easter. Vacations at different beaches. Laughter frozen in time. And a younger Peter. The same man who had broken into her house hours earlier, desperate. The same man, who now looked like just a boy... smiling next to his girlfriend. In one photo, Lindsay was sitting on his lap, both laughing as someone took the picture. The caption read: “The whole world in my arms.”

I was so excited that I could feel bubbles in my being. In that excitement, I wore my uniform and got out of the changing room, completely forgetting about the chaos and Ken, but Lori’s depressed face made me stop. “What?” I asked, her expression dousing my excitement. “The room in our apartment is no longer available. You should take the one Ken is offering,” Lori said.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t