Loud House Lynn Jr Novels & Stories

Maybe her aunt got to her before Diego could, but the look on her face told me otherwise. "Don't panic, but lynn is in the hospital being treated with a bad concussion and a few bruised ribs." "What?!" I shouted, pulling Micky's attention away from the officers. He walked over to me, holding his hands out to calm me. "Hey, she's okay, man. We got to her in time. Whoever broke in really did a number on her and the guy in the garage." "Guy in the garage?"

The fragments of story he managed to get out painted a picture that made my blood run cold - professional killers hunting children through a building, Riley making impossible choices to keep his little brother safe, and blood trails that led into darkness. Lynn was waiting for us when we arrived, her medical bag already open and ready. As Lyn's twin, she shared his healing abilities to some degree, though not nearly as powerfully. Still, she was the best we had for making sure Ollie hadn't suffered any injuries we couldn't see. "Let me take a look at you, sweetheart," Lynn said gently, guiding Ollie to sit on the couch. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency, checking his pupils, feeling

I have to go away fora day or two. Lou sat up, her gray hair frizzed out around her face. She grinned. ‘Sick friend, huh?’ Lynne shook her head. ‘Sick marriage. Needs immediate attention.’ ‘Damn right,’ Lou said. ‘Either that, or we rent out those rooms.’ ***

"As much as I'd love to stay in and have my way with you all night, I heard my wife had something special planned." She pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Trust me, you're going to love it." ## Somewhere in City B In a small room occupied with medical equipment and a hospital bed in the center. The walls were painted white and blue, with a faint smell of disinfectant. Lynn lay staring at the ceiling, blinking every second as if to prove she was still breathing. "How are you feeling today?" A nurse in her late twenties asked, as she pushed in a trolley which had a tray for food and medications.

“Jensen, calm down.” Yet I could not calm down. I grabbed a stick and drove the two of them out like a madman. I hit Lynn a few times in the process, even drawing blood at her chin. She did not care at all. She just kept knocking on the door stubbornly. “Jensen, open the door. I need to talk to you.” Kyle was furious and pulled at her hand. “Lynn, let’s go. Jensen is crazy. He doesn’t deserve you lowering yourself like this. Let’s…”

"Please. But do it nicely, I bet he's watching." Lynn took her time, thoroughly taking care of her best friend's tingling tail. All the while she could feel eyes burning into her scantily clad flesh. She was going to be a bad girl when she got home. She needed it. * * * Harold checked his watch as Heather walked in the door. He was surprised that he'd missed having her around all afternoon. He'd allowed her to spend the day over at Lynn's house. He never would have guessed he'd actually want her around.

She started to get up but I stopped her. “Lynn you misunderstand me. I said you are not staying here, not that I wasn’t still going to help you. I have someone coming that is going to be staying with you in a safe house while we figure out what to do about Joseph King.” Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Really, thank you so much.” Just then my office door opened and I heard an angry voice. “What the fuck is she doing here?” I looked up and Jensen stood in my doorway with a gun drawn and pointed at Lynn. Shit! This isn’t the Jensen I knew, the man standing in front of me was hard and cold and was about to shoot a woman.

In the morning, she woke up naturally, took a long steam bath, and then sat in the rooftop garden with a glass of red wine, leisurely enjoying the sunrise. Suddenly, she heard footsteps downstairs. Her heart raced as she unconsciously stood up and rushed downstairs. Seeing the men in suits rushing in, she asked angrily, "Who are you people? What are you doing in my house?" "Your house?" Tom looked at Lynn, who was only wearing pajamas with her messy hair hanging behind her. It seemed like she was living a comfortable life even after all the evil she had done to his missus. He stared at her coldly and sneered, "Lynn, this is Master Young's property. Although it was later given to the Sharma F

Aside from him and his elite bodyguards, no one knows about this place, as per Harvey’s introduction. Soon, they entered one of his units. Lynn glanced around the place but made sure not to look too ignorant. Unlike the previous house where there was a red carpet everywhere, this place looks simple but elegant. Lynn even started wondering what Arial truly likes. After all, this guy is just too random! ‘Ugh… I can finally have some rest, right?’

My bestie outgrew me early on, but he is still the same gentle guy on the inside. I smile at that and find the bathroom. After I'm done, I can't help but pause when I hear Isaac speaking with his mom downstairs. I press myself to the wall by the stairs, eavesdropping. "I'm not stupid, Isaac. I know Lynn is upstairs inside your old room, and even though you eat a lot, that's way too much food for one person. You don't even eat cinnamon rolls, but guess who does? Lynn!" "Not so loud!" Isaac hushes his mother. "I don't want Lynn to hear you! She has supersonic hearing!"