Loud House Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

No one thought that just one night could change anyone’s life. But for Alyssa, all it took was an encounter and a fight with a stranger. She found herself marrying the richest man, the Ceo of the biggest company, Andrew Michael Ford. The contract was about her marrying Andrew and he will give her 2 billion. Now after a month of marriage, he wanted a baby too. Many secrets were revealed and one after another many problems were faced by them. ............ A loud scraping of chair stopped him as the next second someone sat beside me. I looked to see Andrew in a suit with his hair gelled back. Now, from where did he come? Dropped from the sky or what. How come he always ends up meeting me everywhere. "Hi, babe." My eyes widened as Liam looked at me questioningly. "Who is he?" Andrew asked and I don't know what to say, I was too shocked. "Umm...Andrew this is my best friend, Liam, and Liam he is...uh, a friend." I said awkwardly.

Synopsis "How old are you?" The stranger asked, my face turned as red as a tomato and I swallowed. "Uhm old enough." I forced a smile, my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it loud in my ears. "Good." He closed the gap between us and kissed me. In that beautiful moment, I forgot completely about my suicide mission. ^^^^^^^ Rose just finished high school and the weight of the world was kept on her shoulders, he abusive father died and left a lot of unpaid debts for her to settle, her mum admitted in the hospital and diagnosed with cancer. She fell into depression and needed a way out. She felt the way out was to commit suicide after fulfilling her wildest fantasy of sleeping with a stranger before she dies. After the wonderful night with the stranger she decided to fall from the hotel balcony and end it but that stranger stopped her. Clifford, the famous billionaire wanted a surrogate to give him an heir but complications arose when his wife who couldn't give him a child found out that he had an affair with, Rose, the surrogate.

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

Athena Willow has to become a slave to the desires of her ex-lover in order to get money for her sister's treatment. She must face betrayal from her parents and is kicked out of the house while she is pregnant. Three years later, Athena returns and takes revenge on her ex-lover and her parents under a new identity.

Maye, Therese and Senna hadn't been in a relationship for ten years after graduating from college. Though, not having a man in their lives, they enjoyed the company of each other. Not until, Kevin, Troy and Ethan appeared before them unexpectedly. Their lives started to clash when fate detest them as they lived in one house without being in love.

[Completed] When widow Magnolia De Solange was gravely wounded and saved by the Duke of Salicera, she could not help but imagine what a life of comfort and safety would mean for her and her son. She knew that it was only wishful thinking. But when she was ready to leave the duke's house, he made her an offer that she could not refuse.

My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness. The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word. I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?" I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out. But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again. Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside. My blood runs cold. Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.

A witch alone in a cursed house should know better than to answer voices in the dark. Hidden deep within the Blackwood forest, Eleanor lives behind ancient wards with her feared husband—a dangerously powerful man whispered about in frightened prayers and old legends. Though ruthless to the world, he has only ever been gentle with her. Before leaving on one of his mysterious journeys, he gives her a single warning: Do not open the door after sundown. But when Eleanor hears her dead mother crying outside in the storm, she breaks the wards protecting their home—and invites something ancient inside. Now the house groans with restless spirits, shadows move without light, and something inhuman stalks the halls at night whispering her name. As the darkness tightens around her throat, Eleanor realizes the creatures hunting her are not the most terrifying thing in Blackwood. Because her husband is coming home. And the man who would burn kingdoms for his wife has discovered something touched what belongs to him.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .