Loud House Shocked Novels & Stories

Chateau shouted, stepping forward. Louis rolled his eyes dramatically. "You people are no fun," he muttered. "Good night, everyone." With that, he pointed at the towering cake as though aiming a pistol. "Bang." A deafening explosion rocked the room, sending everyone diving for cover. Chateau collapsed, trembling as she covered her ears. The air was thick with smoke and the remnants of the destroyed cake. One thing was certain: Louis had vanished.

Louis shrugs and plops himself on my couch, right next to the shirt that is covering up my fleshlight "Not happy to see us?" Blake scans my face I'm panicking. They're gonna see my porn stuff Louis turns on the TV where I had casted my porn. A still of a dick going into an ass appears "WHOA. My EYES dude!" Blake looks over and back at my beat red face. "Oh" "BRO what is this?!" Louis found the shirt right next to him and lifted in, picking up my see through fleshlight. "Were you beating it just before?"

A metal gate slid open as they approached, triggered by Alfred remotely. The safe house wasn’t huge, but it was secure. Reinforced doors. Shatterproof glass. Surveillance in every corner. There was no luxury—just safety. “Let me carry him,” Lucian said as he opened the back door and gently picked up Loyd, still sound asleep. Aurora followed them inside, her eyes scanning the place. It was sterile. Cold. Like a bunker dressed as a home. “I hate that we need this,” she muttered. “We won’t stay long,” Lucian said. “Just until we know more about their next move.”

When entering the house slowly, does Lucus and his brothers move to see the large foyer covered in complete darkness. Their weapons currently drawn. The weapon being that of a big super soaker filled with some kind of liquid. Lucus having tested the lights only to sigh, happy when they worked only to pale, his eyes coming face to face with even more. “Dear sweet Jesus.”

I wash off all the sweat and adrenaline built up on my body, then I dress myself in the robe. There's a TV to watch, but I can't find anything decent on, so I decide to explore this place. This penthouse isn't very lavish or anything. It's pretty bland. Almost no pictures on the wall, or any plants around. I make my way into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but I can't find any cups. "Looking for something?" I hear someone say. I practically jump out of my skin. They scared me so bad. I swing around to see Liam in the door frame. He's in a maroon hoodie.

She’s nearly hit but someone pulls her from behind and she finds herself tumbling on the ground. CRASH! Shards of glass fly everywhere, smashing the once magnificent chandelier into pieces. Halsey is lying on the floor, shocked by the scene but something in her head is playing like a film. ... She’s back in Charlotte’s house. Lincoln is there as well but something isn’t right. He’s not her friend Lincoln but it feels as if he’s a different person. There’s a monstrous gleam in his eyes and he’s going to hurt her. The fear in her heart is increasing and she wants to get away from him.

Chloe's hands clenched into claws, strands of mussed hair escaping the confines of her topknot to frame her face in a crazed tangle. "You'll pay for this," she hissed, low and venomous. "Both of you will suffer for daring to defy me! I'll burn everything you love to the ground if I have to..." Whatever poisonous threats she'd been about to spew out trailed off into an aborted shriek. Because suddenly there was a thunderous crash as the door behind them exploded inward, sent flying from its hinges by a battering ram. Lily instinctively shrank back against James's bulk as a full tactical team poured into the room, weapons raised in offensive readiness. She recognized the grim, towering form of

Everyone gasped as they all Drew back. “I can’t believe this!” a woman screamed. Every where was noisy but that too quickly changed, when a fireball of melting silver, hit the roof of the mansion. People ran to the safe house but the Luna pulled the trigger of her shotgun into the air and people ran for their life. It was like being in between the devil and the deep blue sea. People began to run in different directions then there was a voice. “Everyone on the floor, eyes on the ground. No looking. No peeping.” A voice thundered. And as quick as flash everyone did as they were told. Suddenly we were surrounded by an army of the mystic shadow pack.

Something simple. A warning. But before he could type a single word— A faint noise echoed from somewhere inside the apartment. Louis froze. The sound was subtle. A soft creak. Like a floorboard shifting under someone’s weight. His head slowly turned toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. The apartment was supposed to be empty. His heartbeat quickened. “Hello?” he called cautiously. No response. For several seconds, the silence stretched. Then— BANG. The bedroom door slammed open. Three masked men rushed into the living room before Louis even had time to stand up.

** In the Lion’s Den** The house shook with the force of each pounding knock, the heavy thuds echoing through the walls like a relentless drumbeat of impending danger. Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a vise. They had made it home, but now it felt like a trap—every window, every door a potential breach point for the men outside.