Loud House Sad Novels & Stories

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

Henry was pissed but there's nothing he can do as he tries pouring the petrol into the van. After that Henry locks the van boot and also get in, start the van without talking to Mrs Collins then drive out of the premises both of them frown there face and avoid talking to each other. ******************************************** "Mommy everywhere is silent maybe the zombies might have left," Lucas told his mother with a soft voice "Yes, sweetheart but we don't have a place to go I'm sure all the whole city might have turn into zombies." "But mommy we aren't saved here also, look we're hiding inside the toilet what if another set of zombies shows up again and destroy the door that means we wil

~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.

We wanted to have a Christmas together as a family. And then the surprise turned into a nightmare. The first thing my in-laws received after they went into the villa was not a hug. Instead, it was a basin of dirty water. Zack was standing at the porch, sizing us up with disgust. "Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them."

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

Without another dose of this dope, Louis missed. The guys were still awake, but no one was in Lou's room. Everyone was already aware of his great love and high suffering. And since he is sitting - eyebrows with a house, sadness in his eyes - the girl does not pick up his phone. And it's better not to joke about it. For some reason, Sparks' sense of humor at such moments completely leaves.

Then, she pulled Hugh to the living room, where she skillfully retrieved the first aid kit and applied medicine to his burn while Hugh just stared at her blankly. ‘Does this mean Chelsea is okay now?’ Hugh wondered. He cautiously asked, “Are you not sad anymore?” Chelsea rolled her eyes impatiently. “I’ve cried enough these past few days. Lulu isn’t coming back anymore. If I keep crying like this, I might as well go to heaven and keep her company.” “I won’t allow that.” Hugh quickly pulled Chelsea into his arms.

This time… he guessed wrong. Grayson's face darkened as he looked at the shattered cabinet. The trophies inside were all the ones that Alicia had won in art competitions. He knew how much we treasured them. He pulled out his phone to snap a few photos, his tone icy as he spoke to Sandra. "My lawyer will discuss the cost of today's damage with you. Now, leave my house." Sandra's eyes widened, disbelief written across her face. "Grayson, it's just a cabinet! Can't Bobby just apologize to Alicia?"

Asher pov As we ventured deeper into the warehouse, Sophia's scent grew stronger with every step. We approached a corner of the warehouse, and suddenly, a loud, multiple laughter echoed through the air. The three of us stared at each other in shock. "Are you hearing that too?" Loid whispered, his voice trembling. "Put your voice down," I whispered back, my tone low and angry. "I am hearing it too." Loid started to protest, "Don't tell me to put my voice down, we are all entering into a very dangerous place which we don't have a plan and—"