Loud House Sleeping Novels & Stories

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.

The only thing that is still shining are the stars outside the window. For a long time I lie still, listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the spaceship and looking out into space. There is a low buzzing coming from somewhere and I hear Lazarus’ breathing. It is slow and deep, but I find it hard to believe that he has fallen asleep yet. The sound of his breathing slowly drags me under and soon I’m sleeping soundly in my new (and hopefully temporary) bed. ***

Therefore, she grabbed a clean pajama and quietly sneaked into the bathroom to prepare for a shower. Outside, Luke was engrossed in his work, poring over the documents in his hand. After diligently reviewing all the urgent files, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, leading him to drift off to sleep. When he eventually roused from his slumber, it was well past midnight, leaving him perplexed. Luke often struggled with insomnia during his stays at his mansion or villa, but Dexie's modest rented apartment seemed to have a positive impact on his sleep patterns. It was a miraculous change, and he suspected Dexie played a role in it.

I walked into the living room and saw Dunlop on the couch, fast asleep and completely oblivious to the noise outside. He slept over? “Dunlop?” I called his name but he didn't flinch "Dunlop, wake up." I called his name again, jerking him as I did. He woke up and sat up. “Hi Hazel. What's all that noise outside?” He asked, wiping his face. “I heard it from upstairs. That's why I came down. You're a really heavy sleeper. Let's go check it out,” I said, dragging him to his feet.

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.