Loud House Angry Novels & Stories

I smiled as I heard a familiar voice. “Oh great, what the fuck do you want so soon?” Louise ranted from inside the room. “And before you ask, no I don’t know what the schedule is, or who is involved and no, for the last fucking time I don’t know where the hell the spineless piece of shit husband of mine is. Satisfied, you arrogant bastard?” Elias looked over his shoulder at me with an eyebrow raised, and I pushed past him into the room. It was a standard cell room. Toilet and sink in one corner and a single metal bed against the wall. Louise sat on the bed, her back straight and a furious look on her face. She looked at me and confusion crossed her face before she realised.

Elias asked. “Not for long.” Angie jumped and scaled the wall to the third floor. As expected, it soon alerted the Infected within the building. [It either hears you or smells you, but it’s coming your way. You have only around a minute!] /Great./ Angie kept the window open and broke any furniture or decoration that she could see in the room, completely thrashing the place and making it a mess. Elias caught on fast and pitched in a little bit. [There’s a path now! But quick! Through the door!]

Hailey**** Louise’s bitter laughter echoed off the cracked walls like a cruel symphony. I clung to Hollis, still trembling from the attack, though my heart now raced for an entirely different reason—the impending truth, no matter how dark. Hollis stood rigid beside me, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. His gaze bore into Louise with unrelenting fury. "If you’ve got something to say, say it," he growled. "Stop playing games."

,Angie huffed. "I get their cocks daily if I want sometimes more you horse humping thunder cunt. Go fuck a horse...no that will traumatize the poor animal go use a broom bitch!",Angie yelled and mom burst into laughs. She snorted as she repeated horse humper. Jack chuckled as he shook his head.

“Guys, this is Holland. Be gentle. She’s new.” Angie leans in for a hug that somehow smells like vanilla extract and clean laundry. “I’m Angie,” she says, eyes bright. “Thank you for saving my husband from eating gas-station burritos on his night off.” “As if I’d allow it,” Todd mutters, stage-whispering for my benefit, and the smallest boy cackles like he’s heard this fight a hundred times and still votes for mom.

He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to kill me. He’s staring into the sink when he speaks. “I’m angry. It’s not a good time to have any type of discussion. I don’t think we have a choice, though.” My temper spikes to its highest level and I can’t hold back. “You’re angry,” I yell. “I fucking saw you beat a man senseless and then watched Moon blow his fucking head off and you’re angry?”

Accustomed to mind pain. Hong and I freeze in our tracks looking at the angry five lycans baring their teeth to us. Lance’s eyes turn from their hypnotic brown-orange to the hot molten lava red that burn into my head. Axel, Tucker and Mav are just as angry, as they continue to growl at us. I look to Blake who has crossed her arms in front of her chest, dropped her hip and tapping a foot against the ground. “I told you to stay here!” She scolds me. I didn’t realise I was a child that needed to report my whereabouts.