Loud House Sisters Angry Novels & Stories

His eyes flashed with the eyes of his Lycan, recognizing the love of his pup. “I love you so much,” he replied, and I nodded. “I know,” He walked out, and my sisters and mother walked in. “The nerve of those assholes!” Angie glared, and I took a deep breath. “I am fine, sister, how about you?” I said, and she stopped in her tracks. “Sorry, Ellie… but I just want to rip them apart…” she said, and I shook my head. “I don't want the challenge to happen,” I said, and they all looked at me.

"Honey, let them sleep there. After they are sober, they will leave the garden." Hue clenched. "They will never get sober! They are the notorious flying gipsies. They don't touch down unless they have something to destroy!" He was yelling and screaming and, Jennet and the twins could feel their hair flying. His anger created powerful winds and they said nothing but enjoyed the 'angry breeze'. "Then, are you done?" Jennet asked when Hue finally calmed down. He was taking a moment to catch his breath. "I'm not done!" Hue snapped back. He was about to continue ranting when his wife said, "Then, go on. Keep on ranting. I am in no position to deny that you are angry. I know."

While we are enjoying chatting with each other, listening to their happy adventures as a couple, an angry woman bursts into the door and appears in front of us. We are astounded when we see her, and all of us couldn’t utter a single word. Until I gulp and find my voice, “Heathe? How did you know about this apartment?” my sister’s eyes are locked on me. DeAndre, Luke and I exchange looks, slowly entering panic mode. While my sister is still ranging with anger, with her bodyguards behind her. I stand up to cover for my twin brother, “Heathe, you are not allowed here, come on let’s talk outside,” I try to talk her out in a civil manner.

“They are real. Paid for in blood.” The conductor’s sagging cheeks wobbled as he opened his mouth, then closed it, and motioned to Andrei and Svetlana to stand aside. The two Patrolmen hefted their torches but did nothing else as the conductor turned his attention to the twin sisters, still huddling in the berth. “Down,” he yelled. They obeyed. Now Svetlana saw how frail they both were. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow them away. They stood up unsteadily, holding on to each other for support.

"Chase, you've never even been this concerned about me. My sister just got here, and you're already this worried. Why are you so nervous? Don't tell me you… Are you interested in her?" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Then, she started yelling at me. "No wonder you were so eager to bring her over. Are you trying to get with her? That's disgusting! How could you even think that?" she yelled. As I gazed at her angry face, I didn't feel like saying a word. Women were always like this. They always assumed whatever they were suspecting was absolutely true and lost their mind over it. However, I couldn't tell her about the situation, so I could only pretend to be a concerned broth

“ Can you stop being sarcastic already? It’s starting to get on my nerves.” At that instant, Lucas sense things getting heated up at his sister’s outburst. Intuitively, he nudged the former’s thigh with his knee; hoping to have her drop the coldness in her voice and speak more politely but then– things took a different turn as his action rather fueled her up. Like his attempt was some kind of boosted which geared up all the anger in her. Without warning, Tina shove him off angrily;

Hazel asked angrily “ Am your sister!! And am older!! So just keep shut! You’re only going to put us in more trouble if you keep on shouting, why can’t you act cool for once?? ” “ I hate you! ” Hazel shouted and burst into another round of tears Lisa suddenly felt guilty,,,, she just shouted on her,what came over her?? “ Hazel,,am sorry,, I didn’t mean to,,,” “ I don’t care,,,just go away ” she snapped and stood up She moved to another corner of the room crying her eyes out,,

I muffled, forcing this awkward smile. His eyes flickered. He didn't debt it…. Oh my God… he wants us to practice being a couple? A married couple? “Hazel, do not… he is your sister’s husband, you can’t play house with your sister’s husband, you are better than that.” My angel conscience blurted to me, popping up before my eyes, dressed in a white fitted gown, with wings on her back and a halo on her head. She had this worried look on her face.

She called cheerfully. "Is that her?" Susie asked me, jerking her head at the girl. At my affirmative nod, Susie smiled devilishly. Before I could stop her from violence, she spoke up. "Little girl, why don't you acknowledge me as your sister instead? Do you know why? Because I'm bitchy than you are." "Oh, no! Susie, don't. There are cameras everywhere," I whispered to her. "They are here to see you, Mrs. Lowell. Not me. So, allow me to give this little rat a piece of my mind." She said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

All the fear I felt vaporized immediately, replaced by a seething anger that I could barely contain. “Where do we put him?” one of the women asked the second one. The second one turned to her with a questioning look. “The spare room. I thought we already agreed on that.” Both of them were tall and light complexioned and they were dressed in black catsuits that highlighted the curves and edges of their long, slender body. Their facial features were so similar that I was sure that they were sisters. Long dark hair, small, oval shaped face, and lush lips that were irresistiblely attractive. No doubt, they were stunningly beautiful. But that did nothing to cure the anger I could feel boiling in