Loud House Novels & Stories

Summer whispered. Louis laughed amusedly. "Go ahead if you dare. There are indeed more treasures in the L City house." Suddenly, Summer giggled. "Those must be Aunt Emily and Uncle Russell's treasures too." "Their parents' treasures too, Honey. Therefore, it would be very difficult to dig a tunnel under their house. The security must be tight," Sky replied.

Hazel POV The safe house had become our strange new world. It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago we had been living in our small, peeling house with creaky floors and thin walls. Now we were surrounded by marble, soft lighting, and views that stretched for miles. The garden alone was bigger than our entire backyard used to be. Mom had already planted flowers along the stone paths. Lucas spent hours in the game room or the small gym, slowly rebuilding his strength. Maria, the kind housekeeper, made sure we never wanted for anything.

Sophia’s POV The safehouse is a sleek, modern penthouse tucked away in a quiet corner of Manhattan, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle like stars against the night, but inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken desire. Julian closes the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the dimly lit space. My heart pounds not just from the fear of Lucas’s text, but from the way Julian’s presence fills the room, commanding and electric.

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

Chloe’s POV The sun barely broke the skyline when I woke up. The city below us was just starting to stir. Horns echoed faintly in the distance, and light from streetlamps still flickered like they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was morning. The safehouse Lucas brought us to was tucked between two old warehouses in the industrial part of the city. It looked abandoned from the outside, but inside—it was wired. Cameras, sensors, reinforced walls. Someone had spent time turning it into a fortress.

“Can’t you wait a few more hours until bedtime?” Dragging his wife back to the apartment, Louis answered firmly, “No. At home there are kids and staff around. I’m not comfortable. Here we can be completely free.” Adora smiled seductively, looped her arms around his neck, and teased, “Completely free… what tricks do you need that much space for?” Louis kissed her. “You’ll find out soon enough…” They had moved into the mansion at Lakehill One, settling in just above Nathan and Laura.

IT WAS UNDER. “Under?” I said. “Under the house?” Louis didn’t answer. He turned and walked fast back through the house, out the broken door, and down the steps. I followed him. Around the back of the big house was a smaller, rougher building. Like a shed. Its door was small and low to the ground. “The old storm cellar,” Louis said. “For hiding during bad weather. Or… for storing stuff.” The door was padlocked. But the lock was new. Shiny, not rusty like everything else.

"You are strong." I pulled him up. "Keep moving." "I am trying." I wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Try harder." We walked into the forest. The safe house was a lighthouse. On the coast. Tall. White. Red stripes. Vera opened the door. Inside was warm. A fire burned in the fireplace. Beds in every room. Food in the kitchen. Toys in the corner. The children ran inside. Laughing. Free. Lily hugged my leg. "I like this lighthouse."

The humming grew louder—not mechanical, not electrical. Alive. Her boots touched solid ground. She stood in a circular chamber carved directly into the bedrock beneath the lighthouse. At its center hovered a sphere of blue-white light about the size of a large lantern. It was not resting on anything. It floated inches above a carved pedestal of black stone. With every pulse, faint lines of light traveled up through channels in the walls—feeding the tower above. The lighthouse beam. This was its source. “The Heart,” she whispered without knowing why.

] [Option A: The Main House - Ample supplies, wide view, accommodates 10 people. [Option B: The Hunting Lodge - Contains an armory, well-defended, accommodates 8 people.] [Option C: The Recording Studio - Underground, soundproof, accommodates 2 people.] [Selection Time: 10 minutes.] [Countdown has begun.] "This is easy," Liam said, his composure returning. "We choose the main house. It's the safest, with the most supplies." The others nodded in agreement. "Right, we should stick together." "The main house has a security system."