Loud House Mom Novels & Stories

Amos spoked, "Mom, this house is so big. Come and see my new room." Mrs Emilia smiled as she knew that Lara and her granddaughter were still in the hospital, and so she stepped out from her guest room, and she followed Amos to the new guest room given to Amos, as Amos couldn't stopped gushing over the huge flat screen television that was hanging brightly on the wall and how exquisite the lovely mansion looked. Esther knocked on the room door and walked into the room too, and Esther said, "Mom, Lara is so enjoying here in the city, and we are at the village and suffering."

Mom drove through the center of town, turning into one of the residential neighborhoods. Every house nearly looked the same. Small and identical, ideal to fit the most amount of people in a small space. "It's not as big as our old house." Mom grinned sheepishly, "But it's the best I could get on short notice. The landlord was friends with my Dad." "It's not a problem." I chuckled, my eyes tracing over the small square windows. My eyes were elsewhere. They were trailing over the porch's peeling blue paint. A low whine left Lila's lips as she recognized the similarities. That was one thing that needed to be changed.

His foot tapped nervously on the floor, making me irritated. The laughter of two women makes us turn. Luna Morrison and a girl with red hair and an extremely sparkly dress come in with their hands looped together. "Darling, the food is ready to be served." Luna Morrison says going next to her husband and kissing his cheek as she walks next to him. "Alpha Landon, Luna, again, welcome to our pack. I hope our hospitality is of your approval," she says, hugging Mom. "Thank you, we love it here so far. So glad to be back here after so many years." Mom replies, looking around. Mom had always loved the small cottage charm and was pushing Dad to build a smaller house so they could finally move out o

I got up, cleaned myself up, and headed to the coffee shop I used to hang out at all the time. I'd barely sat down. My coffee wasn't even out yet when the door opened. Jace stood there. Lisa trailed behind him, eyes shifting around. ...Traitor. She was the only person I'd told about this place. Jace walked over and pulled out the chair across from me. "Your phone's off?" I didn't answer. Just lowered my head and took a sip of water. "The houses and apartments... you got them?" "Mm. Thank you, Mr. Jensen." My voice stayed flat.

Mom is already making hot buttered rum in a pot on the stove, filling the townhouse with the smell of cinnamon and brown sugar and something so deeply Christmas that my chest physically aches with happiness. This is it. This is the thing I missed while I was living inside that cold, beautiful estate. Not a specific dish or a tradition or a gift. Just this. Family and love and laughter. Warmth that comes from the people in the room rather than an ornate fireplace and underfloor heating. Lily is in her bouncer near the kitchen doorway, wide awake and tracking the chaos with enormous, serious eyes. Just when I think the night is winding down, Liam takes over.

Leah whispered, "That's why we would like to take you and your parents away for a while. You know... The lake house is a rather reclusive area. Nobody will know where you are... Please, Louisa, think about it." "But we can't run away. We've got our farm!" I said. At almost the same time, my phone buzzed, which almost gave me a heart attack. I picked it up and saw it was coming from my mom. A midnight phone call from my mom? It couldn't be good. I picked it up instantly. "Louisa, you need to come back right now." My mom's voice sounded panicked in the speaker. "What happened?! Are you hurt, mom? Is dad hurt?" "No! It's our horses! They are all poisoned to death!"

I am so sorry". Lucious says, pulling off his clothes and getting comfortable on the bed. Lauren smiled. Acting like a newly wedded wife that haven't done it before. "We have a new nurse living with us in this house". She says, and Lucious nodded in affirmation. But he still didn't understand where she was getting with what she was saying. "My mum is also in the house with us". He nodded again, still not getting her. "Yet with all these people, but counting the domestic staff and guards and your parents that might just walk in on us at any time, just hearing that we are home, yet you want to make love to me, with the doors opened?

They got into Linux' car that was parked downstairs and went home. When they were back in the neighborhood, Hilda unconsciously glanced at Nathan's Villa. Although the lights were on, it does not seem like Nathan had returned. If he had, he would have called her. On second thought, why should he do that? Back home, Linux' Villa was warmly lit. Connie had been home for a while and as soon as Hilda walked in, she saw her cuddling Luna as they watched TV. They were watching the hit variety show 'Where Are We Going, Dad?' Luna loved this show and her biggest wish was to be on this show with Nathan.

“Boys, there’s pie in the kitchen. Help yourself.” “Just Shadow, please. And thank you for allowing me to see Elder Waylon on such short notice.” She looked around. My parents' house was big, not as big as the pack house, but it was a lovely home. “I’m still in the pack, honey. You are my Luna now and are always welcome to come over.” “Is he awake?” “Yeah. He’s ready to see you.” Mom assisted Shadow upstairs. I followed them. “I smell cookies.” “Chicken pot pies and cookies. Do you like chicken pot pie, Shadow?”

Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell directly across my body. Too bad I could not feel its warmth anymore. The sound of the television blared from the living room. Mom was watching her favorite variety show, exaggerated laughter echoing from the speakers. I drifted through the door and into the living room. Mom sat cross-legged on the couch with a handful of pistachios, cracking them and spitting shells all over the floor. She laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, completely unaware that her daughter had become a corpse.