Loud House Angst Novels & Stories

I hugged her and comforted her until she fell asleep. Devon got lost in his thoughts as he recall what happened that morning. He also remembered Lucy's face and the green flecks in her eyes as he looked at her. "Damn, Hannah. I just miss you so much." Devon said as tears fall from his eyes. After a few moments, he composed himself and drove off. Meanwhile, inside Room 515. Hell was about to break loose. Cassidy's eyes started to open and she saw the Callalillies at the table at the foot of her bed.

I answer, laughing, "My earliest memory is from when I was two years old, at my mother's funeral. I remember sitting in a rocking chair with oatmeal cookies my grandmother gave me and I even remember what I was wearing. It's not a good memory, but there it is anyway." "That's unfortunate," Grayson mutters and I nod toward him. Angie arrives just then, her hair is the same as it was earlier but now she's wearing black pants, a blue blouse and high heels. Her makeup is a little more heavy too, "Finally! Okay, it's time to go. Everyone to my car." "You're sick in the brain," Lion denies as he gets up from the couch, "I don't want to be seen in that crap, we'll leave in my van."

She nodded so hard she almost fell off from the car door but Halton caught her in the speed of light. Halton opened the door using the key card. The automated lights immediately turn on as they entered. "Can I look around?" Angela asked, hurriedly taking off her shoes. "Of course you can, this is your house too," Halton said. Angela sprinted around to see the spacious rooms. Halton took off his coat and plopped on the couch. Angela hurriedly came back to him with an angry expression. "I don't want to stay here anymore!" Halton was startled by her sudden displeasure. "Why? What happened?" He anxiously asked. Does she not like the house? If she doesn't he will buy a bigger and better one.

I try not to react, but the reality has finally set in— like ice cubes dumped over skin. There was no escaping. So when the maids are done, I wait frighteningly for the bear to come. I'm ready to fight to the death. Completely prepared. But when Angus shows his ugly face, my entire body goes stiff. “Hello, dear Luna. It will be a long night…”

Okay, it was finally time to end this freak show. I straightened and took almost two strides to get to the French doors of my desire. After three independent and precise knocks, I raised my voice to carry on my message to the room that existed on the other end, much to Angel's disapproval. "You limp cock had better get your fucking ass out of your couch and open this damn door or imma, as hell, break the fucking piece down! And don't you think your bloody ass security gonna stop me, I'd have pierced your skull and leave you to the pool of your own blood before your bloody ass call connects!" Angel's eyes were as round as an owl's when I was done talking, and so was the fat ass swine who'd th

Angus joked. “I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Angus,” I growled, increasing my pace. Angus rolled his eyes, already used to my crappy mood; I was grateful for him. He was the only one who was not intimidated by my power or feared me. Every other person I had come across either feared me or hated me, not that I was complaining. “Lord Hugo has been waiting with his men,” Angus briefed me, his voice turning serious, as he tried to keep up with my pace.

Wolf Gang The music under the mansion was violent, the kind that rattled the bones of the walls, the kind that swallowed voices whole and made the air throb like a heartbeat gone wild. The basement club of Ares Langford’s Tokyo mansion was lit in deep neon blues and reds, lights slicing through smoke and laughter. It wasn’t a room, it was a world — underground, private, lawless, loud. A space he’d built years ago but rarely used anymore. At least not until Lila came back into his life and reminded him what reckless youth felt like.

He cursed under his breath and lunged, clawing at the glass covering the picture. "This little brat! What kind of sick joke is this?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Lizzie, seriously? Letting him play around like this? It's morbid. Kids get spoiled when you say yes to everything. You can't agree to this just because it's his birthday." The picture was engraved into stone, sealed behind glass. There was no tearing it down. I turned to him, my face burning hot with rage. Something finally clicked for him. His voice dropped, uneasy. "Did… something happen to Jonah?"