Loud House Novels & Stories

Lola's POV The safe house is a little cottage. That’s the only word that fits. Small, made of stone, sitting at the end of a long private road with open fields on three sides and a thick wood on the fourth. It looks like something your grandmother might own, except for the heavy reinforced door and the two serious-looking men who step out to meet the car the second we pull up. We get there at two in the morning. Daniel gives us the quick tour. Kitchen, two bedrooms. A sitting room with a real fireplace that actually works. A bathroom that’s been fixed up recently. Everything is clean, simple, and totally anonymous.

My newfound freedom makes me want to laugh, but I can’t. How can I be happy when Louise is still back there? How can I be completely happy when I haven't finished the revenge I started? No. The time to laugh is not now. This is the time to prepare. The safehouse where I am is small and crude. It only has a single room with a dirty floor and a roof that leaks when it rains. Right now, rain is falling outside and water is currently dripping through the roof, but not much. Also, the wooden walls don't quite meet at the corners, but I will manage. There is a bed in one corner, a table with two chairs, and a fireplace that smokes more than it should.

Lucas only smirked and said, "Welcome to our home." It wasn't a typical mansion. Lily could say it was a mega mansion! They first took a tour around the house. The four-story contemporary mansion had its own helipad. Half a floor was a garage, and a lounge area with a bar was next to it. It had a mini-theater, a two-hundred-square-meter wine cellar, an open pool area on the second floor, a playroom for the kids, another pool in the back garden, a gym, a rooftop deck, a mini-garden area on all levels, and a lot more.

BOOM! Dust rained from the ceiling. The old structure groaned. Like it might not survive much longer. Then Henry moved. Immediately. "Come with me." Everyone followed. Down a narrow staircase. Past ancient stone walls. Past rooms nobody had entered in years. Then deeper. Far beneath the lighthouse. God. Lily hadn't even known there was a basement. Fair. A secret basement. Reasonable honestly. Then Henry stopped before a massive iron door. Covered in rust.

he asked as he navigated through the peaceful roads. "Nothing," Holly replied, marvelling at the tranquillity spread out in front of them. Apart from a lone jogger here and there, the streets were mostly deserted. "We're here," he said when they finally stopped in front of Luminance, the impressive twelve-storey residential complex Austin and Marybeth Hawthorne called home.

I was cleaning the house, my wife and my beautiful daughter came in and they got stuck in the room and too bad they died Me: you are an asshole Louis: I know, Carla if you want don't give me your house, lol anyway you won't need it in Heaven I'll benefit from it .. Mom: louis you are not ... Louis: please stop insulting me I couldn't let Louis do what he wants, I didn't get up and grabbed his gun but he just saw my gesture and I hear a gunshot 🔥 .......

"That's very good, dear. But not too much, it'll get all sticky." In the kitchen, Aaron was busy stirring the coffee while occasionally glancing at them. The atmosphere was unfamiliar yet warm - like a slice of life he had been longing for, but never dared to imagine again. Loudy came in from the back garden, her hair messy and her T-shirt a little dirty. "Mama, Papa, Lowly and I made a little tree house for the dolls!" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Tree house? Seriously? What did you use?" "Cardboard! And some wood from the warehouse. When it's finished, Papa has to see it!" Loudy replied excitedly.

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.

Louis blinked: "I'm not as lucky as you. I will have to work at Happy Hill for the rest of my life!” Kyle frowned and asked: "What? Why?" Louis was about to explain, but he saw the bus stopped in front of a well-lit pub, so he softly said: "I'll tell you another time!" After saying that, he and the boys on the bus stepped down one after another. This flashy pub is named Happy Hill. Its outside is a bar with romantic music, but at the end of the road there is a hidden door behind pots of rosehip, leading to many separate rooms - that is Happy Hill indeed.

she replied. Luis left the bedroom to his basement, or as he called it his warehouse where all his working gadgets were. He quickly turned the light on, turned on the machines and got to work. He just needs to tap into the Washington Rehab system to find who the general from the police station had been talking to. While he worked, he was humming the tune for the song, sexy back by Justin Timberlake. He only sings the words when he gets to the chorus. Inside the bedroom, Rose took her bath, came downstairs for her breakfast and took that of Luis's to him in the basement.