Loud House Sleeping Novels & Stories

[Killian] One year later. I woke up to a foot in my ribs. Not an attack. Lulu. She'd mastered the art of climbing out of her toddler bed, navigating the hallway, opening our bedroom door, and inserting herself between two sleeping adults with the surgical precision of a field operative. She was on her back, perpendicular to both of us, one foot on my ribcage and one hand in Sera's hair, snoring with the aggressive sincerity of someone who takes sleep as seriously as she takes everything else.

My thumbs moved before I could think. Me: Can’t sleep. Body still humming from earlier. Three dots appeared instantly. Killian: Baby come to the pool house. Now. My breath caught. I sat up slowly, listening. The house was silent. Mom’s door was closed. No light under it. I slipped out of bed, bare feet silent on the carpet. I grabbed his oversized black hoodie from the chair—nothing underneath, just the soft cotton against my skin—and pulled it over my head. The hem hit mid-thigh, barely covering me.

The blaring alarm shattered the stillness of the safe house, abruptly pulling Claus from his slumber. Disoriented for a moment, he instinctively reached out to silence the persistent noise. As his bleary eyes adjusted to the sudden wakefulness, he realized that Mia, still nestled on the couch with her head in his lap, remained peacefully asleep. Smiling, "she won't even wake up from the sound. She has not changed a bit." Claus muttered to himself. Her serene expression in sleep captivated Claus, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He continues to smile while he admires her.

God, where have you been all day? ‘They started off human as well,’ Jackson said, less happily. ‘Borg can be cured. So can those people out there,’ Andrew said emphatically. ‘Speaking of which, where exactly is “in here”?’ They’d broken into some kind of storage facility, filled with boxes. Sergeant Baker said it was safer to steer clear of homes, places of work, or wherever Sleepers might be; just in case. They were lying low, but also he was looking to get in contact with base camp as all the long range communication devices went up with the vehicles.

Soon, she appeared in front of a large door which turned out to be the Master Bedroom door. Perfect timing. Heidi pushed the door open, carefully without making a sound. Inside the dimly lit room, Lucas was deeply asleep on the bed. Like a dead man, he didn't move an inch. Despite the security alarms and her yells, the man was sleeping like a log. God helped her- her eyes fell on the pillow- choking Lucas might be the only ending to her misery. Heidi tiptoed forward, picked up a pillow, resting one knee on the bed-

With high technology nowadays, the anti-fire and anti-theft system was quite advanced. Charlene turned off the lamp and went back to bed. She slipped into the blanket and slept leaning on Gustave. - Is it a family of dormice? How can they sleep like a dormouse with this loud noise. Lucas kicked the door much heavier than before. Bang! The birds were also shocked and a huge group of them flew into the sky. Lucas had practiced martial arts. He was quite strong. - It's not thunder. This time Charlene heard it clearly. She got up and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

Lucas’s POV. I woke to the sharp vibration of my phone against my palm. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the low hum of the television registered, along with the faint rise and fall of two small chests in front of me. I blinked, lifting my head slowly. Jason was still asleep on the couch, one arm hanging loosely at his side. Henry lay beside him, their legs tangled together, cartoon voices murmuring softly in the background. They looked… peaceful as they slept.

The night was already creeping into silence, a chill infiltrating the air through the crack in the window of the small room occupied by the triplets. The dim nightlight illuminated their tiny faces, but a sudden low whimpering sound shattered the silence. Loudy, Lowly, and Lucille, all three had woken up looking sleepy and confused. "Mama..." whined Lucille softly, rubbing her eyes. "We want to stay here. We like it here."

Lucas looked at Hugh but quickly took his eyes away. He frowned as he watched Hugh get into the makeshift emergency room. Hugh, however, didn't care about what Lucas thought. He got into the room and found Genevieve sleeping on her back. "Still acting, are you?" Hugh asked the obvious. His feet moved toward Genevieve as his right hand morphed into a fur-covered hand with claws.