Loud House Sad Novels & Stories

“The fun way.” I reached for the bike. He laughed, the sound rotting the kudzu to sludge. “Smart girl. But that path’s got a toll.” His gloved hand gripped my wrist, the crescent scar freezing under his touch. “You’ll pay it soon.” Louise’s whip yanked me back. The vision shattered, but his promise lingered, etched into the basement’s mold like a grave marker. ****** ***Anonymous POV*** The safehouse reeked of stale pizza and burnt circuit boards. For three months, I’d been squatting here, staring at that shitbox across the street—a dingy white ranch with shutters clinging by one screw each, their pink paint peeling like sunburned skin.

Because he knew that once Dave SmithAuntie Smith saw this, he would suffer great emotional trauma. This is what he doesn't want to see. Let's tell them when he returns to China. Javen entered the ward and watched Jones Davis lying dead in bed, knowing that she must have learned about it, too. Cassie stayed by her bed, and Hugo James had long since disappeared. 'where's Hugo James?' He put the fruit he had just bought on the bedside table, looked around and found that Hugo James could not be found. 'Hugo James…… ... was angry with me.'

She got up from the floor, picked up her bag and walked out of the house, heading to Hazel's home. * Hazel was in her living room, watching a comedy show on the television. She was trying to get rid of the sadness in her heart by laughing it out but it seemed not to be working as her face still maintained the sad look. She lowered her gaze to the floor and her body moved with a heavy sigh. Just then, her phone beeped with a message. She picked it up with little interest and saw that the message was from Axel. She hissed and dropped the phone.

I thought she was a drug addict, I expected her to be dead by now. "I have nowhere to go, I've been to rehab and I'm a better woman now but I lost the house after..." she trails off. "There's a hotel three miles down the road," I say bluntly and I hear Mason come into the entrance hall. I turn my head and he smiles at my mother as he stands beside me in the doorway. "Hello," he says respectfully and my mother looks at me. "Who's this Damon?" She asks me and I feel myself getting even more agitated.

Add that to the hidden door in Uno's room and the message behind the picture, and I've got myself the world's biggest mystery next to the Loch Ness monster and Big Foot. I pounded my fist on Uno's door. "Open up," I said. "What are you doing there?" Like yesterday, and the numerous days before that, there was nothing but the sound of my breathing. I pounded harder. "Have you spoken to Doctor Sanders? You need to see her." I pressed my ear on her door. If only I could hear something- a television game show or the sound of an instrument. Then at least I'd know that she was alright. "If you don't open this door, I will call the police. This has been going on for too long." Footsteps. Those were

~FLASHBACK AUTHOR'S POV The living room of Sia's small one bedroom studio apartment, had a grim atmosphere as Louis sat on a sofa holding onto his head, trying to ease the pain he was feeling. It felt like a truck had passed over his head. Did Sia really had to hit him, this hard? John and Emily sat on both sides of Louis, looking around Sia's small but neatly arranged living room. They were acting like Louis was not even present in the room, as he groaned in pain from time to time, announcing his presence too.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Hazel West It was getting to week now since we escaped from my house to Dunlop's because of the press and paparazzi. The kids were loving it because Dunlop's house was more sophisticated and better video games He even had maids. I won't lie, I was kind of feeling his house too. The press harassment still continued but it wasn't as intense as before since we moved. We had all gotten over Lucas' death and it no longer brought tears when we spoke or thought of him, just good memories

------------------------------ Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. -Dolores. ------------------------------ When everyone was depressed, Sadie invited them to her family's old mansion, when everyone heard there was a place to live, they quickly agreed and followed Sadie to this place. But when all of them entered the mansion, they knew it was too late to regret it. Dolores recalled that the mansion was relatively huge, as they arrived at the pitch-black mansion, everyone could feel the temperature cooling down.

My heart really melted as I watched the intense pain etched on his face as he struggled to call the authorities. I felt so bad for him. He didn't like his mom, but he doesn't entirely hate her. "You're happy, right?" I heard from behind making me stiffen immediately. Yolanda stood behind me, eyes red rimmed from crying. I felt for her although she's an ass! An asshole. "I'm sorry for your loss." I mumbled in a strained voice. "Lou's rejoicing, innit? Everyone's covered by a dark forlorn cloud of mourning, except our fiery Louisa." She laughed. "you're bad luck! You know how to tear families apart! I knew you were a crazy evil bitch!"