Loud House Friend Novels & Stories

I felt like killing someone, “ Heath West.” I said with my usual intimidating and cold tone, “ Alright, does anyone have questions for them?” The good for nothing professor said, “ Yeah, are you two related?” A girl asked, why did I smell a hoe? Maybe because there was a hoe present in here or should I say hoes? “ We are brothers.” Peter replied and the girl nodded,

I trudge up toward the lake house, with Liam and Cynthia trailing behind me. >Brightmoon Lakehouse. Night< Everyone is now gathered at the living room. A fire burning in the hearth, keeping the house warm. Although we don´t need it since we´re wolves. “Everyone, I´d like to introduce you to Cynthia Ferguson, my roommate.” “Cynthia, it´s nice to see you again. Welcome to Brightmoon Lakehouse.” “Lucas, it´s nice to see you too. I´m assuming these beautiful people are all your friends?”

"I don't know what to say to you, Red. I don't think gratitude will be enough." Red chuckled lightly. "If it's easy. You just need to sketch a unique house like the mall you built in Madrid. My wife really likes the design of the building you made. And I as a good husband can never refuse a wife's request," said Red. "It's an easy thing. After the matter is over, I will directly make what you and your wife want." "Ready, Capt. Eh... But your other friend how? Did I move here this hospital too?" "Yes, Red. Please help me one more time again."

Mira greeted him respectfully "You look good too" he replied her Mira hugged her friends and the went together to the living room "How about Hugh" he asked, that was another of his new friends "He's..." Loren turned to check if he was in the kitchen but Hugh came hopping down the stairs "Hey dude, miss me?" Hugh said jokingly "Now I'm not the one acting gay" Luke chuckled, remembering their time together at the gym "You're dressed too serious today" Hugh noticed "I have a job" Luke replied like it wasn't already obvious

My eyes quickly scanned the shop, and my heart sank. Louise is not here. It's not her. "Is Louise. . ." "Oh, she will be back in two. I'm Shella. Her childhood friend." She extended her hand, and I nodded as I accepted hers. "Hendrix Mondragon," I introduced. "I know. We all know!" She clasped her hands together, seeming excited to see me. "Louise is at the care clinic where her Aunt Rosy is staying." "I see. . . Then, I will be back," I said and excused myself.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

He was just not the man for me. As the door burst open, a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm swept into the room. "Oh my gosh, girl! Your house is stunning! I'm so jealous! You're so lucky to have this beautiful home!"my best friend, lily , twirled around the living room, taking in every detail. At first, i smiled, pleased that Lily loved my new place. But as Lily continued to gush, i couldn't hide her sadness anymore. Her eyes finally landed on my face, and her expression changed from excitement to concern.

Mina asked, crossing her arms waiting on Lucky to answer. “First of that’s not true I have friends and I said OUR old friends.” “Lucky stop beating around the damn bush none of us have friends in prison, hell you’re the only criminal we know except…..” Ji’lahni said, stopping as her eyes grew wide in first, shock then fear. Mina looked at Lucky then at Ji’lahni who looked like she had just watched a scary movie. Mina frowned, about to ask what the hell is going on because she wasn’t fucking getting it. Then suddenly her eyes widen and she turned her eyes slowly back to Lucky shaking her head. “Lucky, No.” “Surprise! Yay!” Lucky said softly waving her hands like she was cheering, knowing that

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

I explained. "And I assumed Louisa to be a friend, no?" He asked unsurely, as I hadn't mentioned anyone like Louisa to him. "Yeah, she is. She is a pack nurse, and we recently got closer, so I guess you could call her my friend. She knows a lot about all this human stuff; apparently, she claims that they are fun, and I may see the reason." "No doubt, they know how to have fun, but they are not exactly people I would mingle with." He said, and his smile dissolved into a grimace as a drunken man passed us, yelling incoherent nonsense.