Loud House Novels & Stories

MATHEW The safehouse in Richmond didn’t look like a fortress from the outside. It was a low, Victorian cottage wrapped in thick ivy, hidden at the end of a long, private lane that bled into the dark expanses of Richmond Park. But beneath the brick and the slate, Louis’s security team had turned it into a digital cage. The perimeter was lined with high-frequency infrared sensors, and the windows were reinforced with ballistic laminate that rattled softly against the relentless onslaught of the midnight storm.

“Julian knows where they are. He is playing with us.” Liam glanced at me. “We will not let him win. You did good stealing that USB from Annabelle. We look at it together after we check on the kids.” The safe house appeared at the end of a quiet road. It was a small wooden cabin hidden behind tall trees. Lights glowed softly from the windows. Liam parked and we hurried inside. The door opened before we knocked. Sarah stood there with tired eyes. The little girl ran straight to me and hugged my legs. The boy followed, rubbing his eyes.

It was a midnight party and the three of us were to stay to serve the customers until it ended, so we were all prepared for a rough night ahead. The grand houses on either side of the road were an immediate indication that we had entered the posh area of Blue Hill. The beautiful architecture and the immaculately cut lawns were lit with several lights, so that the flowers were visible even in the dark. However, I knew something was wrong the second we stepped out of the van and were stopped at the gate to the humongous estate at 146 C Loudon Street, around eleven o’ clock at night. “You have an invite?” One of the two guards stationed at the gate asked us, their brows furrowed as they looked