Loud House Anderson Novels & Stories

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you li

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite s

Kylie's understanding of herself is limited to her memories. From what she remembers she has been an average girl all her life. However, those around her perceive things differently. Her best friend Davies argues that she is uncommon since she has always been faster and stronger than most of her peers; and her intelligence is nothing to scoff at. Studying at one of the best universities in the country, Kylie's life takes a strange twist when she awakens from a nightmare. Was that really just a nightmare? Or was it something else?

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your b

The night before returning to the Cantrell residence, I had a dream where I was the despised antagonist in a book. In the story, my father had adopted a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to my late mother. On the day he came to pick me up, he got into a devastating car accident. After that, my second brother, Shawn Cantrell, lashed out, calling me a curse, while my eldest brother, Seth Cantrell, treated me with cold indifference. In the end, I was abandoned by everyone, meeting a tragic and lonely end.

Ten years ago, I found Barrett Sloan on the Laningarde waterfront. I limped from door to door, begging for scraps, and managed to nurse him back from the brink. Later, he grew ambitious and began venturing into the rough harbor districts behind my back. During the day, he hauled cargo on the docks; at night, he bounced at underground casinos—all to scrape together money for my leg surgery. When I found out, I pounded his shoulder in fury. "Are you out of your mind? We can barely pay rent, and you're talking about fixing my leg?" He just gave a goofy grin. "You deserve to shine on the dance floor, not stay trapped in a wheelchair." He took beatings as a sparring dummy, fought in illegal

Kimberly Johnson having used six years in college graduated with very poor grades, thus making it hard for her to secure a job. As months passed, with Kimberly still out searching for a job, she met with Landon Hernandez. Landon Hernandez was known as one of the billionaires in the United States of America. Kimberly has been so desperate to earn a living agrees to become an Househelp in Landon's house. But situations weren't that pleasant because Landon was the bossy type and Kimberly hated been ordered around. Kimberly never actually liked Landon right from the beginning, and Landon had the same feeling. Their hatred for each other caused lots of drama in Landon's mansion which they did

"I want you to have sex with my husband until you get pregnant for him". Emily froze in her seat, 'WHAT THE HECK?' Emilia Clarke 30 years old lady, was an unknown sculptor, she was forced to accept a job as a housemaid in Olivia Specter's house to her mother was in an intensive care because of blood cancer. The was shocked when she found out Olivia recruited her for a particular reason, she persuaded Emily to have a pregnancy program through sexual intercourse with her husband Gabriel Specter because Olivia's ovaries were infertile. She want it to be done in secret because she want a descendant to help her get inheritance from Gabriel's parents. Because Emily needed the money desp

After saving her from a fatal accident, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face close to his and licked her bleeding lips, "You knew I love babies and desire to have them. Yet, you dared to keep the news from me and leave my house with my baby in your womb. Aurora Collins, you'll be punished for the crime." He combined their lips in a toe-curling kiss, leaving her numb. ~~~ Damien Hunter was a billionaire alpha, who was rising in the business world. Aurora Collins— Aura for him, was his ever so impressive human housekeeper. She did everything as per his expectations and met his needs — except... His desires. His virgin housekeeper didn't leave any chance of teasing

In the second year of my marriage to Jeffery Sadler, he brought a young woman home. When his eyes met mine, Jeffery smiled carelessly and said, "Naomi, perhaps you should try it too." He added, "After all, young and energetic people are truly different." I knew he was only testing me; he had always enjoyed tormenting and toying with me. But what he didn't know was that this time, I was genuinely tempted. Later, as he stared at the fresh scratch marks on the "young person's" waist and abdomen, his eyes blazed red with anger. "Naomi Sloan," he growled, “Who gave you the audacity to actually take this seriously?”