Loud House Cry Novels & Stories

Lucy had planned to burst in, ready to save Chelsea from big trouble. She had listened at the door and heard crying, so she thought Chelsea was upset by Hugh again. However, what she saw inside took her by surprise. Hugh was holding Chelsea close, his arms around her waist. He was not letting go. What shocked Lucy the most were Hugh's red eyes. It was clear he had been crying a lot... Could it be that the crying she heard was not Chelsea's but Hugh's? When Chelsea noticed Lucy, she was about to say hello but then realized she and Hugh were still hugging.

she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face. Charles has gone blind with rage, his ears are blocked from the sound of his own curses, he can't hear her cries and he can't see her tears or maybe he just refuses to listen, maybe he just refuses to see her screams fill the silent house with terrifying echoes. The house sobs, and wails along with her, maybe seeing her get hurt, hurt the house, maybe it was just mocking once again reminding her she is nothing but a prisoner to be trapped and tortured in this luxurious house of echoes and screams

He cradles the baby closer to his chest and smiles darkly at the baby girl in my arms. The little boy coos in the man's arms; the little girl, however, starts wailing loudly. I clamped my hand over her mouth to quiet the horrid noise, her eyes turning sapphire blue as the tears rolled out. Looking at my uncle, he is already leaving. So quickly, I followed him as he ran. My hand covers the baby's mouth. Cold air hits our face as we make it outside, but we have wolves on our tail. Tripping over my own feet, I land and dropped the little girl onto the grass. Her cries echoed the open field around us, and we were so close to the trees. The sound enchanted me as much as the little girl.

Sofyia begged. “I am trying. So cold, so dark.” I slurred. Sofyia is trying her hardest to keep me awake, but it is a losing battle. I have no idea how long it was that I faded in and out of consciousness, but I heard a loud bang which somewhat woke my ass up. I can hear yelling, growling and maybe some fighting, but once again the world starts to fade away. I cannot even keep myself up as I slowly fall to the floor. The growling which sounded far away a minute ago is now growing closer. I jump as the door to our room is torn from its frame. I try to look to see who opened my cage, but it takes too much energy which right now I do not have. I can hear the snapping of bones. The pack came for

"So Echa and I played on the old slide because Daniel and Alaska wouldn’t share the new one. Echa was sad, Mommy, but then her dad bought her a swing!" "Echa is so lucky. Do you want a swing too, sweetheart?" I asked, sipping my sugar-free tea. I was on a diet because later in the afternoon, I would be playing the piano at someone's wedding. "Mm... No. I don’t like swings. But can we have a haunted house, Mommy?" Alvin asked, his eyes pleading. Lately, Alvin had been obsessed with horror comics and loved ghost movies. "Of course, my darling!" I said. Yeah, I would decorate his room later with fabric and props, pretending to be Bloody Mary. Maybe Orion would join in?

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

While closing the windows, I feel like someone is watching me from the woods but as I use my smell I didn't sense any presence of a werewolf or any human. Casabella isn't a blended place like Casablanca where there are humans living to some part. I went back to my room and call Carline. I can here her music. It is Crazy Girl by Eli Young Band and I love that song. I can't stop myself to utter the title which makes my friend so confused and thinking that I'm cursing her. "Crazy Girl..." "What? Me? Are you seriously slapping with those words, Wynzlette?..." Carline feels like she's crying and even fake her hiccups.

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

Harlow Lee said with a hint of little dissatisfaction. “Grandma, how can you say that, didn’t you get the hiccups in the last few days. How can I forget my sweetheart? I am having sleepless nights over here as I am too happy with a thought as of coming back to my world of love”, Reese said while chuckling. “I know you have a sweet tongue and know how to please me”, Mrs. Harlow Lee while smiling. “But it is only and only for you grandma”, Reese said. “Hahahaha, no doubt. Listen I have called you to tell you that, once you come back, you’ll be living with us. Don’t try to run away as always. And there is no room for discussion on this.” Mrs. Harlow Lee said with form tone.