Loud House Laugh Novels & Stories

The other crouched down beside her. "Are you feeling better?" the woman asked. Ellis found herself laughing. The sound was choppy and no trace of humor could be found. Logan jumped, startled by the strange noise escaping his bride. Laurel turned to look at him with a soothing expression. "This is called a laugh, remember? It's a sound of amusement." Logan nodded, utterly confused about what was funny about the situation. Ellis sat up and pressed her hand to her forehead. At least the wretched headache was gone. "This is the second time I fainted today. Did they botch the surgery or something?" she mumbled.

Almost. The hoodie smelled like him. I pulled the sleeve over my hand and pressed it against my mouth and stayed very still. And then, from somewhere downstairs in the deep quiet of the house, I heard something that made every thought stop mid-sentence. A woman's laugh. Low. Easy. Comfortable in this place in a way that I was not and might never be. The laugh of someone who knew exactly where she was and had been here before. And then Luca's voice, quieter than I had ever heard it. Almost soft. Almost like a different person entirely.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Isabella uttered while clearing her throat. "Pft. Sorry. I just couldn't help it." Rosheen was still laughing. Her laugh is so contagious that we couldn't stop laughing as well. We only stopped until the excitement died down. "That was a long laugh!" "That was a year's worth of laughing. I'm afraid I won't be able to laugh after this." Eloise said seriously. "Oh, that's so bad. Why didn't you tell me?" Liana also goes with the flow. "Pft."

Austin says causing me blow out in laughter. I laugh so hard I start hiccupping which only causes me to laugh even harder. Austin has been absolutely serious this whole time that we have been together. I know his club is going through a crazy ordeal but hearing him make a joke allows me to breathe a bit of fresh air.I don't feel so stiff anymore. It's bittersweet. When I finally pull myself together I look over to Austin who has the strangest look on his face, I know I have an annoying laugh. It's one thing I was always teased about growing up. I tend to laugh so hard I snort, like, a lot. I used to try to not laugh when I was younger because I was so sick of the constant bullying.

Lucas was suppressing his laughter behind me, picking up what looked like an attempt at brownies, maybe? He eyed it curiously, looking at me with pressed lips. He was trying to be polite by not laughing, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. His laughter filled the apartment and my heart. It was the best sound I had heard in a while. His laugh was perfect and fit him exactly right. It was contagious too, making me laugh alongside him.

He was so alert, he almost looked like a guard dog. Without missing a beat, Nicklos went into explaining the situation, and then the plan. Hugo remained silent, listening intently as Nicklos explained his plan on getting Hugo inside. When he was finished, Hugo burst into a million tears as he laughed. His whole chest shook and rocked as he bellowed his amusement. I watched as he clawed at himself, trying to breath through the many snorts he exuded. His laughter turned into a long wheeze, making him sound like a deranged seal on the beach.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

"He's really good with his hands." The room dissolved into muffled snorts of laughter almost immediately, Quinn nearly falling out of her chair, Heinz burying his face in a couch cushion to smother his own laughter, even Adira and Megat exchanging a knowing, thoroughly entertained glance across the room. Elison, still utterly lost as to what exactly was so funny about a perfectly reasonable statement regarding basic first aid, simply frowned harder, glancing between his openly cackling family and Lance's genuinely confused expression. "I don't get it," Elison muttered under his breath, arms crossing.

“What are you talking about? “Brady is well-behaved. He would never say something like that. “You are the one who causes problems everywhere you go, making people laugh at me. You do not think about anyone but yourself.” The slap was loud. My head snapped to the side, and my left cheek burned white-hot, the pain bleeding into the throbbing at the back of my skull until it was all one thing. My ears rang. I could not make out anything he said anymore. The only thing still cutting through was that word, turning over and over inside the noise. Laughed at. Laughed at. Laughed at.