Loud House Angst Novels & Stories

Angela's POV I stormed down the hallway, my heels echoing sharply off the walls. Each step felt like a punctuation to my anger, a steady reminder of just how far things had spiraled out of my control. Lyra had gone too far this time. Barging into my place, screaming like a banshee, her voice laced with a fury I didn’t even know she was capable of. She even dared to break my favorite vase, scattering pieces of glass across my living room floor as if it was nothing, just like she’d trampled over everything I cared about.

Add that to the hidden door in Uno's room and the message behind the picture, and I've got myself the world's biggest mystery next to the Loch Ness monster and Big Foot. I pounded my fist on Uno's door. "Open up," I said. "What are you doing there?" Like yesterday, and the numerous days before that, there was nothing but the sound of my breathing. I pounded harder. "Have you spoken to Doctor Sanders? You need to see her." I pressed my ear on her door. If only I could hear something- a television game show or the sound of an instrument. Then at least I'd know that she was alright. "If you don't open this door, I will call the police. This has been going on for too long." Footsteps. Those were

Under his signal, Angel called Louise’s phone number once again. Louise saw the number and struggled for a moment before picking up her phone. “Hello.” “Is this Aunt Louise?” Angel asked. “Yes, it’s me, Angel. Do you need anything?” Louise asked carefully. Angel said in her childish voice, “Aunt Louise, please don’t hang up your phone. Can you chat with me for a while? I feel so bored.” Louise felt sorry for her. Angel must have felt bored because she could not find her mom. Her voice sounded like she was crying. She must have missed her mom!

I click my tongue in my teeth " Send me a message, maybe I'll see." I leave his room, slamming the door. Why do I feel that Hazel is acting like a teenager? I don't like it. Dungeon room. 9pm. Lolla is already waiting for me in her panties, on her knees, next to the door of the Dungeon. I take a bottle of wine and a glass into the room. Once inside, I turn on a playlist on my cell phone that contains some Massive Attack songs that I think are right for this moment. "Safe from harm" plays.

The рlасе ѕtuсk out like a sore thumb amongst the row of wеll-mаіntаіnеd hоuѕеѕ. “I’m ѕоrrу, Iz. Thе house іѕ in a bіt оf a ѕtаtе. Wе don’t rеаllу gеt аnу vіѕіtоrѕ . . .” Hе bluѕhеd and hіѕ еуеѕ dropped dоwn, looking mоrtіfіеd.

Inside his dimly lit room, Axton paced back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His breathing was heavy, his chest tight with the storm of emotions raging inside him. Downstairs, his mother was still laughing happily in front of the television, celebrating Angelina’s suffering without realizing that death itself was sleeping under their roof tonight.

From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.” Night: Lounge Past midnight, Angel hovered in the doorway, arms locked across her chest. The lounge flickered with a no-budget horror’s blue wash. Chris slouched in a recliner, buried to the wrist in popcorn. On the couch, Robert snored gently into Selma’s shoulder. Teens sprawled on the carpet, half-watching, half-whispering. Scott among them. “Anyone seen my parents?” Angel asked, voice too steady. Chris glanced over. “Weren’t they going for shrubs?”

My blood went cold. I looked at the bone door, at the darkness beyond it, at the way the chains rattled like they were laughing. I looked at Dax—being dragged into law that wanted to own him. I looked at Kieran—wearing hunger that wasn’t his. And I made a decision I hated. “BACK,” I said, voice low, shaking. The word hit the chamber like a slammed fist. Ash surged up and slammed into Kieran, knocking him back a step. His coal-bright eyes flared with irritation—then delight.

MIA POV The darkness is extreme.I can’t see Angelo, can’t see my own hand in front of my face, but I can hear everything with terrifying clarity. The footsteps in the hallway. Multiple people. Moving with purpose toward my room.Angelo’s hand finds mine in the dark, grip iron-tight.“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers against my ear.My heart beats so loud I’m certain whoever’s out there can hear it. Who are these people? Why are they here? And why does Angelo sound more angry than afraid?The footsteps stop outside my door.The handle turns slowly.Angelo pulls me backward, navigating the pitch-black room like he can see. His other hand presses against my mouth gentle but firm silencing the scream

she clapped, her eyes masked with sheer fury. "lately, you seem to be impatient to die. I'm glad you're looking forward to it, it would certainly make Anthrax more pleasurable to use." Anastasia giggled with unbridled pleasure. "I can't wait to see the look of terror and pain on her face! Anthrax will be most pleased!" "indeed!' Amber's shrill laughter shook the walls of the warehouse as it echoed through the building. Hannah shuddered with apprehension and anxiety as she bit her lip.