Mii Loud House Novels & Stories

Liam says giggling Mai got the house key and her purse and out the house , locking it after < > Mia and Liam returned back from the Store and had prepared dinner already, They both ate and Mia couldn't help but worry about how she would react when she meets Carl <<1AM≈ MIA'S HOME>> Mia woke up parched, She looks at Liam and stands up careful not to wake him up, She got out and walks towards the kitchen She got there and saw something.. Someone, She blinks rapidly to be sue she wasn't hallucinating

Mia ask I nod "I have a lot to tell you and also to hear from you but first I want to ask ,why are you so quiet and dull?"Mia pout I chuckle"I could also say the same about you ,you've become so ...... different...and this house ,Goodness! ,I have definitely missed a lot " Mia smirk "well where will I begin?....,first let's go to my room , there is a lot to say ,we will need some drinks!" Mia said excitedly

The house was painted in white and had a black roof, it reminded me of wealthy people's houses in dramas. "It's beautiful right?" Sage whispered beside me. "Totally" "Let's go crazy tonight" She squealed and pulled me into the house with her. The music was even more loud as we entered, the whole place was buzzing and people were scattered all over the place. The lights were dimmed and it felt like we were in a club, some boys were playing billard by the side, some girls were making fit check videos and playing drinking games while the rest were pretty much dancing and rocking on themselves.

I nodded and Rian took my hand as we began making our way to the beach house. When we got there, it was chaos. For one, the music was deafening. I wasn't sure I'd been in such a noisy environment ever in my life. Together with Rian, we maneuvered our way through the crowd and into the equally crowded living room area—or what used to be one. The house was straight out of a magazine and it looked very modern. I was still admiring the house when Rian snapped his fingers and the music changed to a more upbeat one.

Which house. Not Where am I? Not Who are you? Which house, as though she had already learned that once adults became involved, different houses meant different kinds of danger. “The north house,” Louelita said carefully. The answer was insufficient. She knew it the instant the words landed, because M.M.’s fingers tightened around the blue cloth. Louelita corrected herself. “It’s ours. Not theirs.” M.M. studied her face for a long moment before looking back at the bowl. The spoon sat angled toward her left hand, small and ordinary and deliberately unthreatening.

Steph could hear Mia’s voice from the room she was staying in. “She wouldn’t come out. She had been in a mood till now. I don’t know what else to do,” Luna could here her mum talking to Mia. They were both loud enough that she could hear them. It was either that they were so loud and could not talk in low tones or really wanted her to hear what they were talking about. “I will talk to her,” Mia said. “Try to get her to go out with you, maybe a party or something,” Mia chuckled. Knowing how so impossible that would be.

The Upper Room bar was in full swing as crowd flock in and out, everyone dance and drink happily. "You win girl! You always do" Mia cheer on Amber as she takes the huge amount of cash on the table of other players. "Mr. Liam is here!" the monopoly game organiser informs happily as other players begins to back out slowly but she stands firm wondering why the players were giving up.

Across the room, Lloyd was currently pouring a bottle of tequila directly over an expensive-looking leather armchair—apparently his way of retaliating against the house arrest his parents had threatened him with. Red and green lasers sliced through the crowded air, blinding me for a fraction of a second. It was total chaos. Suddenly, Miaree materialized out of the thick crowd of dancing bodies, stumbling slightly as she pushed her way toward me. The music was so loud I could feel the vibrations traveling up through the soles of my sandals. She lifted her right hand, holding a heavy, crystal bottle filled with a shimmering gold liquid that sloshed violently from side to side against the glass

“Tell Noah to stop texting me photos of his breakfast.” She ignored him entirely. “Do you want me to mail more socks?” “Goodbye, Mama.” “Love you too! Stay hydrated!” Click. Fiero stared at the now-black screen and sighed through his teeth. Then turned, headed back inside, and opened the group chat. The House Six common room was its usual brand of chaos-meets-cozy. It smelled like cocoa, stress, and just a hint of burning (likely Samuel). Lights were low. Joy had taken over half the couch, Miriam curled under a weighted blanket,

LEON'S POV The noise of the bass vibrated right through the soles of my shoes, a steady, aggressive thud that made the wooden floorboards beneath us shudder. Someone’s parents had a ridiculously massive house, and tonight, half the high school was packed into it, overflowing from the living room out onto the manicured lawns. I leaned against the kitchen counter, holding a red solo cup filled with lukewarm water just to look like I belonged, and forced a gentle smile at the girl standing in front of me.