Loud House Sleeping Novels & Stories

Louis shuddered in horror, "I can't imagine what would happen to my hearing." Sky could only shake her head in disbelief. Louis, who she thought was a mature adult, actually still had a childish side. "By the way," Louis whispered after a pause, "where am I going to sleep tonight?"

Lucas hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the couch. One minute he was watching the rain blur against the windows, the next, sunlight was spilling across the floor, and his neck ached from the way he’d slumped into the armrest. His hoodie was still damp from the night before, and Elias’s throw blanket was now tangled around his legs. He sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from his eyes. The penthouse was quiet. Not the eerie kind, just... still. Like it was holding its breath.

She will not let it happen again. Awoken by the noise outside, Hailey is in a foul mood. She barely got any sleep. She opened her room, and to her surprise, she does not know who they are. She saw Louis sitting on the couch, probably reading today's paper. Their attention went from Hailey to Louis. She can already feel that Louis is pissed, he does not like it when someone bothers him from reading the morning's paper.

That’s better, I can now sleep peacefully. “Holy f—ck!” I hear Lou cuss distantly as sleep takes over.

He clutched my elbow, hurrying me forward, so I was forced to skip beside him as his guards converged protectively around us, something they never did. “I did not hear it.” “What?” His fleet of cars were speeding up the driveway towards us now, as more fireworks boomed in the sky, mixed with the music from the party tent, creating a cacophony which spurred everyone into animated movements. “I went up to fix my lipstick in my old bedroom, and somehow I napped,” I said, panting and skipping till we stopped by his car. “I did not hear a thing until Louise burst into the bedroom, startling me awake.”

Sloane I woke up to an empty bed. No warmth. No noise. Just silence. For a second, I thought maybe it was all a dream…that he hadn’t actually stayed. That I hadn’t cried into his chest like some broken little girl. But the soft scent of cedar and leather still lingered on my room. He had stayed. I sat up, brushing my tangled hair out of my face. Today had to be different. No more crying. No more hiding.

I remained locked inside my resting/waiting area, skipping lunch because I dreaded going out and catching sight of Theo again. I wondered if someone reported last night to him. It was none of my business, and I tried not to care. He hadn't sent someone to bring me in for another interrogation, so I mustn't worry, I told myself. I was late in the afternoon, and Luna Keira wasn't back still. I began to feel drowsy as a result of the complete lack of sleep the night before. I had just started to doze off when the noise rose. It began with a thunderous growl that shook the building. Followed by the sound of feet, stomping all over the place. People were running about.

Dad stared sharply at him, his gaze turning extremely frightening. He realized that there was a huge secret in this family that he had no idea about. "What did you just say, Zeke?" … It was already very late into the night by the time everyone got back from the hospital. The lights at home were off, and everywhere smelled like death. Dad didn't even bother changing out of his leather shoes before heading straight into my room that no longer had a lock on it. Everything in the room was just as I'd left it. The desk was filled with unfinished exercise sheets, and the bed was neatly made with the sheets tucked in.

He lay still and listened and did not know what to do with any of it and eventually, sometime around two in the morning, the footsteps above him stopped. At the end of the hall, on the third floor, behind a door with a new deadbolt and an independently wired sensor, whatever Lissa Heyden kept in that room kept its silence. And across the estate in her suite, Lissa slept, or did not sleep, and Daveson did not know which, and that not-knowing was its own specific, careful problem. The next morning at breakfast, she looked at him again with that look. He smiled at her pleasantly and asked if she wanted more coffee and she said yes and he poured it and she watched his hands while he poured it an