Loud House Carol Novels & Stories

I picked her up and shifted into a werewolf, taking her to a safer place outside the forest, on top of a hill. It was the secret place we usually went to when we were children, you could see the moon and the stars from there. I laid her down and then transformed into a human, waiting patiently for her to wake up. It did not take too long though, she was up soon. Sazia’s POV The place was blurry at first, but then I regained my sight fully. Lucian was standing right in front, carrying a worried expression on his face. “What happened?” I asked with a croaky voice, feeling a bit dizzy, I then remembered that I had hit my head on a tree mistakenly.

He looked at me with that almost-smile and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Yeah," I said. "See you tomorrow." He jogged down the steps and across the lawn, and I watched him go, and then I turned around and went back inside and closed the door and leaned against it for a second. From the kitchen, Aunt Carol's voice floated out, perfectly conversational. "Ellie, why does the living room smell like sex?" For fuck's sake! "It doesn't," I said. "Sweetheart, I was young once," she said. "It absolutely does."

Her purse was on her dresser, just like always. Had it all just been a really elaborate dream? The bottom fell out of her stomach at that idea and she squeezed her eyes shut. Surely not. Before she could panic further, she heard her cell phone chirping out a Christmas carol. Quickly, she scrabbled for her purse, biting her lip when the phone display showed an unknown caller. "Hello?" "Hey there, sweetheart. You get home all safe and sound?" Noel's voice was as silky as melted chocolate. "Yeah - all safe and sound."

The hospital’s fluorescent lights still buzzed in the back of her skull, and the image of Carl, so still and so pale. The unbearable moment refused to fade from her eyes. As she moved through the hallway, every floorboard creaked beneath her feet, each one a reminder that she was walking through a life that felt less and less like her own. She didn’t expect to see the light on in the living room. But there it was soft, golden, flickering from the old lamp that Carl used to check his document by. And on the couch, curled up in his oversized hoodie his dad bought specifically, was Liam.

love? No no...what the hell I am thinking!!! Maybe I have become mad due to hunger. Yes...this is it. I concentrated on the offer which he gave me. "Promise?" I asked him with a pout. He nodded. "Can you make me some Chole Bature? Please." I asked him softly. He smiled and stood up. "Your order will be on time ,Mrs Lockwood." He said and went away. I just wanted to hug him ,I don't know why….definitely I have become mad.

Chapter 1 Elena's POV The living room glowed with warmth, the fire crackling against the chill of the snowy night outside. My family had gathered, laughter and chatter filling the air, the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingering. It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe.

“Anyone in?” Luca asked Carol who was peeping through the windows of the house like she had just spotted a strange being that shouldn't have been there in the first place. “Not at all, the lights are still off just like we had left it,” Carol replied. “A thief is wise enough to know he shouldn't switch on the light when he goes to steal,” Luca teased. “We are not dealing with a thief, you know that, huh?” She asked, bending her neck some type of sexy way but Luca was too busy burrowing his pocket for the key to even notice her sexy stance.

Aunt Caroline can be of help. "I will call on Caroline, then, at least she will assist." "That's a good idea," Louisa replied, forcing a tight lip smil. Then, a wham sounded from under the bed, attracting Mrs Lyndon's attention. "What's that?" She asked, roaming her dark eyes around the room like a predator. Louisa nervously bit her lips. "It's nothing, mother." "I thought I heard something move..." she sauntered towards the bed, Louisa obscuring her way.