Loud House Mom Novels & Stories

Mom: Shut up Lia no child of mine will staY under the bridge while I'm still alive . Me: i had no other choice I was so embarrassed mma. Mom.listen go home now Lia I'm going to call Mrs Bradley and asked her to give you the house keys I last gave them to her because i thought by this time we would be home but seems like we are here permanent . Me: No problem mma I'll go. Mom: i dare you to act clever I'm going to call Mrs Bradley and ask if you really went the "embarrassed embarrassment my foot my child staying under the bridge " goodbye iloveyou and take care.

HUDSON'S POV I didn't even get the opportunity to appreciate the warmth and grandness of the living room before Mom's angry voice echoed in the huge mansion. "Where is he?! Is he ignoring me?" The Head housekeeper was hot on her trail, her elderly body mustering all the energy she could manage just to meet up with Mom's heavy strides. "Ma'am please, it's already late. Why don't you talk to him tomorrow, ma'am?" The house keeper's expression became more panicky the more doors Mom opened and closed in each floor, storming her way through the maids that scurried away in fear of being lashed out on.

Eloise Carter stepped out of the car, tilting her head as she took in the stunning glass house before her. The morning sun reflected off its sleek exterior, making it shimmer like a diamond nestled in a sea of lush greenery. "Is this place your new home?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Liam smiled, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I bought this place a long time ago, Mom. It’s not just a house—it’s a retreat. A place to unwind, away from the chaos."

My mom is doing well and happy to be going home. We arrive home and I smell cake again. This time there’s also the scent of butter in the air. My mom smiles and says: “I bet Lacey is here.” We walk in and Lacey comes running to hug my mom tightly. “I made coffee for us!” My mom thanks her and looks around, saying: “This house looks wonderful. Everything is so clean.” Lacey replies: “Liak helped me clean some things after Hunter left.” I see Liak approach and greet my mom. She seems happy to see him and thanks him for everything.

“Mum! I’m home!” Lia announced as she stepped into the familiar warmth of her house, her voice echoing slightly in the entryway. “In the kitchen!” came the cheerful reply from Mrs. Stacey, Lia's mother, the sounds of pots and pans clanging together barely masking her delight.

I see mom's car super, she's there I'm coming home, louis is sitting on the couch with a drink Me: hi Louis: yes hi, how are you? Me: well and mom? Louis: well your mother is not here Me: his car is outside Louis: yes, she went on a trip Me: without telling me? Louis: yes it was urgent Me: weird Louis: what is weird? Is your mother home at this hour? Me: no .. just that Louis: just nothing, she left she left

My mom interrupted her in the middle of her speech and spared me the trouble of having to listen to her perspective of parties especially when it's the school's popular kid who sends an invitation to your personal phone numbers. Still clueless on how the whole scenario worked out but who cares right now all I know is lunch is ready and I'm about to dig in. I walked briskly to the kitchen to do what my mom asked and Hazel followed suite and helping me set the table for three of us. We all ate to our satisfaction coconut rice with beef, as we were rounding up, Hazel got a new text From Hugo which caused her to grin wildly. I roll my eyes at her and attended to the dished since we were all done

He thought she was mom. “Dad, this is Lora. She came last night from Haven Moon with Abuelo and Abuela. She is mom’s sister,” I said slowly, bringing his attention to me. “And, we aren’t here to see you.” It was then that Earth walked past in the living room and Lora saw him. He turned as if he could sense her presence and when their eyes met from behind my dad I saw her inhale deeply. *MATE* she said making my dad more confused.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready.