Loud House Angst Novels & Stories

My voice is shaking both from fear and frustration. If the one we thought had it is here, then who has the damn box! “It can be anyone!” Luca runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck!” His eyes start to slowly darken as anger starts to wrap around him, making me take a step back. He has the face of someone who doesn't want to relax until someone is on the floor, bloody and broken. But Arnold’s already there. Honestly I mirror his anger. I'm actually getting more pissed off by the second. It's like someone is toying with us and it's starting to get fucking annoying.

Mrs Houston got into the car as Mr Fredrick Houston ignited the car engine. They drove out of the bungalow as Angela stared back at the house sadly. "I can't wait to make new friends" Sonia the chatty type said as Joel scoffed. "Yeah right... You're nothing but a playhead" Joel teased her. "Duh... I don't even like the idea of moving out" Angela blurted out. "That's because you are an introvert" Dan said as Angela shrugged. "Whatever... I just don't like that hous" Angela said "I love it..." Sonia cut in sharply

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Since; he was not the type of person- who is fond of cleaning a space that is larger than a hundred square meters, Angelo was distressed at being ordered to clean the immense; room of the perverted b*st*rd. They quietly tread the hallway and, maybe because- of their nervousness since Mark’s mother is currently standing in front of their door. They both felt that the trip towards the room was quite a great distance. Finally, both Angelo and Mark were near their room and, they could see the figure of the gorgeous tigress- that was anxiously stomping her feet while crossing her arms. From her looks alone, Angelo deduced that Mark’s mother was in a bad mood. He swallowed his saliva and nervously

Austin pointed Lennon's fist that was trembling hot. The three of them backed away from Lennon when he shouted again. The zipper of his pants was open because of Anthony, that was the reason why he screamed. “You mother!” Lennon yelled, his eyeballs are about to come out because of madness. He can't even move. “You mother!!!” “You know what? Looks like my customize hoodie will suit you.” Austin grabbed his hoodie on the counter, which was freshly delivered a while ago. When he returned, he put it on Lennon that was only up to his neck so his mouth was covered. “That will shut you up.” Austin even tapped his cheek.

He located the room number and pushed the door open and nothing could have prepared him for the site he saw. A female voice rang out in the air as a guy above her repeatedly thrusted inside her. “I thought you locked the door,” she said moaning her eyes closed “It is nothing baby let me make you cum” And Austin would recognise that voice anywhere. It was Angi and she was exclaiming a name repeatedly. A name he knew his dislike for had grown to hate. A name he knew too well and the guy, aware of his presence, looked at him briefly before driving into his girlfriend harder than ever.

Lisa's cheeks flushed crimson at his playful remark, her gaze darting nervously around the bustling lobby. “Lovebirds, it's not your room,” Sage teased, his voice filled with amusement as he watched the couple's interaction. The comment drew laughter from the group, easing the tension and paving the way for a moment of lighthearted camaraderie amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Angus could not hear Zena properly because the sound of her voice was woolly rather she insisted again and knock for Zena to open the door but this time Zena yelled louder. “Leave me, alone mama, I don't want to talk to you.” Mrs. Angus was discontented, she stood for seconds and left. “I told you she won't let you in, I know Zena better than you do,” Mr. Angus was already lying down on the bed, he tune on the dream light they normally use for sleeping and he turn to his wife. “She took your annoying personality, both of you are the same whenever you both are angry, you can't control yourself,” she said adjusting the nightwear dress that fitted her as she lay on the bed.

Those painful memories he had spent I'm jail flooded his mind and the thought of his family dead all because of him niggered at him making him more angrier. Damn!! He muttered kicking what was next to him away furiously. Still agitated, he carried the the flower vase that stood proudly at the edge of his bed, flung it to the door. The vase fell crashing to the floor. He watched in anger, felt like doing more but he knew that wouldn't solve his problem. Moving over to his bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey poured it in a glass till it was full to it's brisk. He emptied it's content in one gulp, his temper still rising. He needed to calm it down.

Blake felt like he was losing brain cells dealing with this arrogant pest. "Whoever you are , whatever tittle you hold i don't care, and I beg you don't play the death threats card, if you have a problem with me, i'd advice you sort that out with the Lord" "Are you threatening me?!!!" Ian's voice thundered across the lobby. Nobody outside or in seemed to care about what was going on,were they used to this kind of situation that they weren't even bordered to check? "Whatever floats your boat"