Loud House Crossover Novels & Stories

But I just stood up I fell off my center of gravity and rolled down the stairs, scrambled to get up but fell into a large hole, the light was too dark I simply did not notice the hole. It was like a trap used by hunters to catch large beasts, with something like a wooden thorn inside. A small arm-length thing cut through my calf, and the pain almost made me black out. I took a breather, took the hair rope off my head and tied it to my leg, thinking of getting up and climbing out, but the touch under my hand was strange, like something like clothes, and a sticky feeling, and I just didn't notice the smell around me, and now there's a smell in the air - a disgusting stench.

[Max’s POV] Damen went to light the candles in the red room bathroom and got the new tub ready for us. We had our crew put in a large drop tub made of amethyst and rose quartz geodes, as we know how much Gia loves them. They did an amazing job. The walls in the room are painted in deep shades of purple with black accents. She still does not know this yet, but there is nothing in this world we would not do for her and our son. We knew when we met her that she has been through hell and back so many times, and that we would need to exercise large amounts of patience with her trusting us.

Voices echoed down the hallway and faded. Eventually the gym went quiet. Marcus and Ethan were among the last ones left. They didn’t speak at first. Just exchanged a single look across the empty court—brief, loaded, familiar. Then they both turned toward the hallway that led to the locker room and the small bathroom tucked behind it. The one nobody ever used because the main showers were faster. The door clicked shut behind them. No one else was around. The fluorescent light overhead buzzed faintly. The air still smelled like chlorine and damp tile from earlier clean-up.

Old Al’ stepped outside his car and opened Bianca’s door. He reached for Rosy and hold the baby in his arms before walking toward the café. Bianca almost jumped out of the car. She was in awe in front of the Crossroads Café. The building was a massive three-story cabin in logwood. You could see that it was well maintained as the white painting was dirt-free. Huge windows decorated with complicated carvings of wolves, vines, stars, and moons.

he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only, Traven Spade. "Traven?" I grinned, spread my arms wide to pull him into an appreciative round of embrace. "How have you been?" He smiled smugly, put on his sunglasses again and let his hoodie return to its job of covering his face again and bringing back to life his previous creepy look. "What's with all this exaggerated outfit?" I moued, jutted out my hip and rested a hand on it with a disapproving thumbs down.

A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past. WHEEEEEEE-WHIZZZZZZ-CHUG-CHUG…. CLICKITY-CLACK…. CHUG-CHUG…. CLICKITY-CLACK…. A never-ending blur of blue whizzed past. “This happens every day?” Dev shouted over the thundering noise. “Every day except the weekends,” the balding man blasted back . After the last bit of the express train chugged out of view, their train began to roll when his eyes fell on the house across the empty track – a decent, single-story with a dainty vegetable garden. It had its back to the passing trains. What caught his attention was something else.

"No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Then, an idea struck him. His hands shot out, grabbing mine in panic. "No! That's not right! In our previous life, you did buy this ticket! You won 50 million! It was the same shop and the same numbers! Why is it different this time?" I patted his cheek mockingly and let out a cold laugh. "Patrick, who told you that winning the lottery was what gave me financial freedom?" His face froze in bewilderment as I leaned closer and said, "Do you remember that strange bead you once saw in my house? The antique bracelet was passed down in my family. It was worth over a hundred million."

The crow is set free and flies to the ceiling until it vanishes in a blink of an eye. "Aria must not know this..." mutters Conri to his mind. He runs to his bookshelf beside the grand hall doors and picks up a thick brown book on the highest row. Suddenly, the shelf move sidewards and what welcomes him is a hidden staircase down to a dark, empty basement.

A rattling sound echoed before I could decipher what was going on, my hands had been cuffed over the headboard. “No, please, stop,” I thrashed. He spread my legs apart and chained them to both sides of the bed. At that moment, my eyes travelled around the room, the bed towered over us like a cage. It made me realize what it was. “A dungeon bed!”