Loud House Carol Novels & Stories

Then, she sensed night fall, because she could no longer see any light. She strained to listen to the sounds outside when the door opened. Then, she heard a familiar perverted voice. “Let’s see you try your badger games tonight, sweetheart.” That voice… It was Louis Lebouf! Lily actually gave her to that pervert?! Louis grinned perversely. His face was full of excitement as he stared at the bound and blindfolded Carol. He rubbed his hands and went over to touch her leg. “Even your legs feel smooth.”

Carol leans against the doorframe, her tired eyes fixed on Eunice, who sits on the floor, rolling a toy car back and forth with Aria. The toddler’s laughter rings out, bright and carefree, clashing with the heaviness in the room. “You’re leaving?” Carol’s voice is soft, but the weight of her words fills the space.

The guy whispered something into his ears and winked. Everyone went back to the haunted house. Now was the last level that is The Silent Night. They all went inside the room. Just then the lights went off. Shama looked here and there but she couldn’t see anything. It was very dark. Suddenly, the whole room filled with thunderous voices and cloud rumbling as if it was going to rain. Strong wind started blowing. Shama looked here and there but no one was in her sight. She walked around but couldn’t find anyone. The room was looking like maize.

Claus reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Carol's number. Since the gunfire at their former hideout, Carol has not reached out to them. He is beginning to become worried too. The phone rang, and Claus held his breath. After what felt like an eternity, Carol's voice filled the airwaves, and he finally spoke the words that would set their perilous journey into motion. Claus knew he couldn't be too explicit over the phone. "Carol," Claus said, his voice low and controlled. "I've found the clue - 'nueve' and a date attached to it. The casino address is in play."

He said as he patted her back. Moments later, Charlotte stood at the yard of her house, as she watched the werewolf stranger dig up a hole where her parents will be buried. She offered to help him, but he rejected her help. According to him, he didn't want her to stress her mind and body too much. She did disagree with him, but she later succumbed. “It is time kid” said the stranger as he gestured his hand towards the hole that had been made and her parents' bodies.

"Well, hurry up. We don't want to be late. We're singing tonight." Before she could say anything more, Mallory darted out of sight. Jocelyn stood and looked at herself once more in the full-length mirror and smoothed her hands over her dress. It was calf-length and shimmery. Although she knew she shouldn't have, Jocelyn had bought it especially for Christmas Eve. She had also curled her long blonde hair and it fell into waves onto her shoulders. Then she slipped into her winter coat and walked downstairs. On the first floor, the Christmas lights were turned off, and the house was empty. As she looked around, she was glad that Mallory had waited until after the holidays to move to California.

the lady said with a smile, "Come in! there are no customers, we are the only ones here. Don't worry..." Cornell scratched his head and made his way in. Carline, Astrielle and I followed. We sat on the couch in the living room of the spa. Mrs. Loudor played a harmonica and other percussion instruments on the television. Maybe to mask the conversation we will be having just in case there are wolves around.

Shaky. “Hello?” “Carol,” Evelyn said quickly. “Is—are you okay? Is something wrong?” There was a pause. Then a tired laugh, soft and uneven. “I had a little accident,” Carol said. “But I’m fine now. Lorenzo helped me.” Lorenzo? “What?” “Oh,” Carol’s voice lifted, casual—almost teasing. “You didn’t know? He was here last night.” Evelyn’s mouth went dry. “No. I didn’t.” “Someone broke into my house,” Carol continued, and now there was a tiny trace of smugness under her words, like poison wrapped in silk. “I called him. He came. He helped. Stayed with me.”

I check my phone, thinking that Hazel is going to blow it up, but nothing so far. Later when I make it to my cruiser, my phone does go off, but it’s Carol. “Hey,” I answer, putting her on speaker as I pull out onto Reindeer Lane. “I think something is wrong.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t know, I can’t explain it.” I can hear the fear in her voice. “I had a few spots of blood, and I just…” She trails off, unable to say more. “You at your shop?” “Yes.”