Loud House Mom Novels & Stories

I looked down at the plate she set down in front of me and raised my brow at the pizza she had bitten. “No,” I answer honestly and Lucas looks up at me, thinking I was talking to him. He shakes his head when he realizes I wasn’t. “But I want to,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes going over to sit next to Lucas. I could see the smile she was hiding behind the sassy act. “Dad, can we eat in the living room? There’s a new episode of The Loud House.” Lucas requested, both the children now looking at me, waiting for permission.

Mom opens the door before we knock, because of course she’s been watching from the window. “There’s my college boy,” she says, pulling me into a hug that smells like laundry detergent and desperation. “I made your favorite. Potato leek.” “Thanks, Mom.” I kiss her cheek and pretend not to notice how thin she’s gotten. Then I see him. Dad’s planted in his throne—the recliner that’s basically become his permanent address—beer in one hand, remote in the other. Some Fox News talking head is screaming about immigrants or vaccines or whatever today’s rage-bait special is.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter. Only then did my parents realize it was me. Their faces instantly turned pale. "Ryan! H-How did you end up like this?" They looked sad, and their voices were trembling. "Who did this to you?" I didn't answer them directly. Instead, my mind raced while I tried to figure out where things had gone wrong. "Mom, are you sure you took this deed from my room?" My mother, Madelyn Harris, spoke in a shaky voice as her tears fell.

She glanced back, smiling, as Lucas pulled out a chair for her, ensuring she was comfortable before sitting next to her. "Just a moment, Mom," Louis quickly retorted, "Besides, I don't understand why our dinner has to be here. Aren't there plenty of nice places to eat in Manhattan?" "Don't complain," Laura wagged her index finger, "This is the perfect place for dinner as this house hasn't been inhabited for a long time." "More suitable to be a haunted house," Louis quipped. Clara chuckled briefly as she observed Louis' interaction with his mother. They seemed very close—like friends who could freely exchange jokes with each other.

Louis' home is so beautiful. It's a homely space for anyone looking to start a family. The infinity pool and the view are mind-blowing. I like that the infinity pool has a massive glass barricade. Mother sings the praises of the house and everyone involved in making it look super flawless, according to her. One of the things I'm eager to see is the primary suite. "Welcome to my home," Louis says, hugging me. If anything, Louis keeps looking less than fifty-three every time I see him. I take a minute to admire the beautiful pictures hanging at different corners of the parlour.

“Mom, it smells amazing. I could smell it as soon as I walked in.” Chloe smiled. “Wash your hands, dear. I’ll heat up the food. You can eat first. Your dad will be here later.” Moments like these, spent as a family of three, were always heartwarming. At the Everhart residence, old Everhart had started coming home every day. He made it a point to call Leon Everhart and Liam back as well, gradually restoring the lively atmosphere of the Everhart mansion. The Everhart matriarch’s face began to brighten with frequent smiles.

he says and rubs my thigh, "you're safe in your house — I'll walk you to the door. Liam and the boys will probably scare it off." When we get to my house, Harvey kills the engine and comes with me to the front door as he said. I take out my key and unlock the door with jittery hands, but I get it open. "I'll wait right here," he tells me. "Okay," I breathe and then go inside. Mom is still on the couch through the house ahead, but Dad must have gone to bed — he has to work in the morning. She glances at me. "Hi, how was Abby's?"

We make sure we are in the pool when Mom comes home and Lisa invites her to join us. "Okay, give me a minute to change," Mom says, going back inside. Lisa and I run to her window. Standing next to each other, we have a clear view of Mom entering her room. She doesn't bother to close her door because she knows she's the only one in the house. Lisa is smiling and bouncing up and down excitedly on the balls of her feet. "This is so cool," she whispers. "I can't wait." "Shhh," I admonish her. "You won't have to. Here we go."

Karma’s way of punishing me for wanting an older man, when I myself was underage. I guess with time I would heal. At least I was getting some money out of today... § LOUIS § I stood in my living room, excited. Mum was being discharged from the hospital today, and she’d made a full recovery. I was so happy that she was finally coming home. “Mum!” I yelled happily, as she walked through the door. She giggled, and then pulled me in for a hug. But then I jolted backwards, as a massive man started bolting into the house at full speed, knocking the door down. It looked like a policeman.

"He’s enjoying a lavish dinner at the safehouse I provided. He looks very happy, Elara. Don't make me change his menu to something... lethal." Elara closed her eyes, tears of desperation rolling down her cheeks. She was trapped in a golden cage where every bar was made of thorns. Xavier kissed Elara’s forehead gently, a gesture that stood in sharp contrast to his cruelty. "Sleep well, Mommy. Tomorrow is a long day for the Vaughn family." Xavier exited through the balcony door, leaping toward the large tree branch that brushed against the room with terrifying agility, leaving Elara alone in the dark.