Loud House Angry Novels & Stories

“Your name doesn’t belong on that will." I don’t flinch. “And yet, there it is. In ink. Above yours.” Julian Lachlan circles me like a predator. Calm. Cold. Calculating. “You show up from New Orleans, no blood ties, no explanation, just a pole dancer with a dead mother and a forged past.You’re a stripper. What makes you think you belong here?” I cross my arms. “What makes you think I care what you think?” Hailey Vale was never meant to step foot inside Lachlan House, let alone inherit it No one understands why, not even her. Now, surrounded by powerful enemies in tailored suits and blood ties, Hailey must navigate deadly secrets, twisted loyalties, and the cold fury of Julian Lachlan,the ruthless heir apparent whose throne she just stole. Everyone wants answers. Someone wants her gone. And the truth about why she was named in the will might just destroy them all. In a house full of secrets, the most dangerous one… is her.

Three days after my father’s death, I was home, planning his funeral. A woman and a group of bodyguards stormed in. She shoved me, hard. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I froze, stunned. A new housekeeper? Maybe my brother Liam hired her. I kept my voice calm. "This house is mine. Liam knows that. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Then she slapped me. "Yours?" She scoffed, looking me up and down with disgust. "This is my boyfriend Liam's house. And you look like you don't belong here. I don't know if you're the new maid or the cook, but I don't care. Get the hell out. Now." My blood ran cold. I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant. [Tell Liam to get home and handle his girlfriend. Now. Or he won't see a dime of the family money.]

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

When her world turned upsidedown, Bella had no choice than to accept the offer to work as a house maid for The Benson's family but literally just for Peter, Mr and Mrs Benson's only son. They needed someone to take good care of their son (NOT BABYSIT) whenever they are away for business trips as usual. As time goes on, Bella became more than a maid to Peter.

Getting married to an old man when Athina Papageorgiou clocked eighteen isn't what she planned for, on the day of her wedding she ran away from home. Establishing a business which soared isn't what she expected but she accepted with a good fate, coming back from her business trip she met him Colton Martakis. The mistake she made was believing she would get married to an old man, what she never knew was that the old man actually came to take her off for his nephew, Colton Martakis. Colton knows what belongs to him and was ready to go for it, he was angry that she would leave him stranded at the altar, he would go to any length to have her as his. Even after seven years of searching for her, he never gave up, only that the timing was a little bit late. Would he still be able to change the hands of the clock, which had turned her into something else, or would he make it a whole lot of baggage on her?

It all started as a bet. A harmless bet to kiss the most handsome man at the man. On her way to celebrate her fiance's birthday, she finds him In bed with her best friend. Angry and depressed, Evelyn brooks takes on this task in the process loosing her virginity to a stranger. Little did she know that incident would turn out to be the worst decision she has ever lived to make. Alexander Quinn, a man said to be a devil in human form. The mere utter of his name could leave many shivering. To the outside world he is a rich tycoon who is every woman's dream but behind the tie and suite lies a ruthless mafia with a dark heart. Unfortunately, his condition doesn't allow him to be close to women. For years it has been like this to the extent people thought he was gay but all that changed when she arrived. But what happens when she is his medicine? His cure he seeked to have What happens when a mere infatuation turns to feral obsession? Will Evelyn survive in his cruel world?

“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,” I didn’t know my actions would fuel him like this. He was being overly unreasonable. He released inside me enormous times, and still, his length was hard and angry, ready to demolish my weeping core. Our mixed fluids seeped through me to paint my inner thighs but this barbarian refuse to stop.

Everyday! Bryce Armstrong has bullied me for the last four years since I moved here in my ninth-grade year because ever since, I messed up his shoes! Well, it's a long story, but I ran into him on my first day and knocked all my food over his brand-new shoes. So ever since that incident, he started making my life a nightmare. Ever since that day, he hated me! So, one night, Williow goes to a party but needs to know whose house it is. But when her cousin Maryann tells her where they are going, Williow doesn't know whose house it is until she sees a familiar face on the wall of this house! Bryce Armstrong! The guy who hates her guts and he promised to make her life a living hell. What would happen if she woke up the following day with her face on a half-naked guy's chest? But what if the half-naked guy is no other than the guy who made his life mission in high school to make her life suffer, and he always told her he would enjoy it when he did? What would happen when willow grabs her shoes off the floor and slowly opens the door when she tries to walk out? Before she can do that, she hears something behind her. She gasped when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist and pulled back, and her back was on his hard stomach. "So, no kiss goodbye?" She heard his deep raspy chuckle behind her. She was caught! Now it's too late, and Her monster got her in his lair. The Story of The Girl Behind the Book! High School Bully Romance.

When Briar moves into a new house near her college campus the last thing she expects to do is fall in love.... with her neighbor's dog. She tolerates his grumpy owner to spend time with her favorite pup. She can't tell if she's getting used to him or maybe... he's getting less grumpy.

My brother brings home a scheming girlfriend. He wants to kick me out of the house for her sake and claims that everything at home belongs to him. I hand the company over with both hands and leave without hesitation. Less than a month later, my brother, who can't manage the company, grovels at my feet and begs me to return.