Loud House Fanfic Novels & Stories

Summer threatened, making both of her parents feel amused. "Okay, Honey." Louis and Sky were silent for a few moments. They gave Summer time to return to her room. "I think it's safe now," Louis muttered, breaking the silence. "I don't think so. I didn't hear her footsteps. It seems like Summer is still at the door," Sky said, seriously. However, Louis didn't want to listen. He played with his fingers, continuing the game. Sky bit her lip again. She tried hard not to make a sound. Unfortunately, Louis' attacks were getting crazier. As the air heated up, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted them again.

she patted Lily gently on the back and stomped out. Lily watches her leave. Amidst herself, she let out a chuckle. Helen could be a fighter, one that defends her friends despite what. This was one out of the many reasons she liked having her as her best friend. She let her back fall to the bed facing upwards. She gazed into the patterned ceiling as images of Liam and Lui popped up in her head. Her wolf grunted inside of her. She shifted a little on the bed, hoping to bring her to a calm. She needed to think. What she had seen once she stepped out still lingered in her head. Liam was too close to Lui. Too close that a stranger could liken them as lovers. Too close that no one in his right sen

Louve said suddenly, her voice cold and detached. She wasn’t looking at Luna anymore, her eyes focused on some far-off thought. Luna remained silent. Luna’s gaze shifted toward me, urging me to speak. I cleared my throat, doing my best to project confidence. “I’m Lyra’s boyfriend, and I know why she turned rogue…” I began, but before I could finish, Louve’s laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, cutting me off mid-sentence. “I do not have time for this,” she said. “I know that already.”

" After that, he hung up. Hyde curved his lips in a lazy, mocking smile. Friends, huh? What an ambiguous, yet proper word. He turned around and saw me, burning with fever, half-conscious in bed. My tender skin glowed pink, and my eyes were hazy with tears, unfocused and bewildered as they landed on him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips lifted faintly. He wanted to be friends with this succubus too… The kind of friends who could kiss and sleep together. - The rain outside only grew heavier, with no sign of stopping. After a while, the man checked my forehead again and replaced the towel with a fresh one.

she said dumping her body on the chair, we chatted and talked about all that I have missed at school. I took Louise around the house, she admired mostly everything, the paintings and classiness of the house. Louise finally took her leave and I was left in the house with my thoughts . Dylan's POV The sight of Pia, kissing the guy I saw with Hunter who hurt Serena, can't seem to leave my head, it kept repeating in my head. My Lycan took control of my body and wanted to tear him apart, I could have just killed him once but he is skilled in defense.

He pulled Louis toward the bed, his hands already roaming Louis's body, fingers tracing familiar paths. "We are not going to fuck in a hospital room," Louis said. Lorenzo kissed his neck. "Why not?" "Quite this, Lorenzo," Louis yapped, pushing weakly at his chest. ***** Louis stood in front of the car…sleek, silver, curved like something from the future. His fingers traced the hood softly, almost reverently. "This is so cool." Lorenzo stood beside him, running his hand along the hood like a proud father. "Great Aunt Gia wants to see you," Louis said.

After a long moment of consideration, he handed him the pencil. Not the page. The pencil. Jonas drew one absolutely terrible bird above the roof of the house. Noel stared at the bird for several seconds, expression unreadable, before giving a single nod and leaving it exactly where it was. Talia, half hidden beneath her yellow blanket, asked Louie whether his room had ever had a vent that sounded like “someone trying not to be a person.” Louie considered the question seriously. “Only during finals week.” The answer made absolutely no sense to her and apparently just enough sense that she stopped asking the room to explain itself all at once.

The ache was sharper than he admitted, but he masked it with a yawn. Aiden locked the car and gave him a pointed look. “Don’t overdo it. Let me stretch your arm again properly before you hurt yourself.” Lukas waved him off but followed him upstairs anyway. The stairwell smelled faintly of dust and cleaning fluid, their footsteps echoing in the emptiness. By the time they reached the door Lukas grinned, “So did you have fun watching the game?” “Yes,” Aiden said simply. “Great. You're a fan now? Wanna fuck a guy on the team?” Lukas teased as he unlocked the door, his grin a little too quick, humor layered over the weight of the night.

Then sound. Muted footsteps somewhere beyond a door. The faint hiss of a kettle. Quiet clinks of metal on ceramic. Low voices—Dima’s gravel, Jace’s lazy sarcasm, Kael’s deeper rumble threading under both. Lys’s lashes fluttered. The ceiling above her sharpened: exposed beams, patched plaster, a hairline crack running like a lazy lightning bolt from one corner. Not Siren. Not his penthouse. Warehouse. Safehouse. Not neutral. But *not theirs.*

Hazel stood, unsure how to feel as she waited for Lucas Rossi to come see her. Her heart pounded continuously beneath her chest. She had been led to a beautiful lounge room where she was to wait for the devil himself. Hazel fiddled with her fingers as she continued to wait for him, the few minutes past felt like several hours in her anxious state. She begun to admire the intricate objects around her when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. Hazel spun on her feet, her heart skipping a beat or two, and without a doubt, Lucas Rossi in his dark suit and bright grey eyes, stared right back at her.