Novel & Cerita Mii Loud House

HEAVY IS THE HEAD {Playlist Suggestion: "Peace" by Taylor Swift / "I Found" by Amber Run} ~MIA POV~ The training room lights were off, but the room wasn't silent. I could hear the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a tennis ball being thrown against the concrete wall. It was a hollow, repetitive sound that echoed in the dark corridor like a slow heartbeat.

The sound echoed through the room, drawing everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone,” I said, grinning. “I have one more surprise for my Luna.” Charlotte turned to me, curious. “Another one?” “You’ll love this,” I promised, gesturing to my men. “Turn on the projector.” They nodded and hurried to the back of the hall. The lights dimmed slightly, and everyone’s attention shifted to the large screen at the front. I was smiling, excited to show her the video of the new house I had built for her, a mansion on the hill overlooking the lake.

Jace said. Mia nodded, “I'm fine with that.” She said, following them inside the house. As she had guessed, the inside of the house was modern. The tiles were large and white, polished to a sheen that she could clearly see her reflection on it. Rattan baskets filled with flowers were on either side of the hallway they walked through. “This is the living room,” Jace said, gesturing at the large space. “The guest livingroom.” Of course, they had a guest livingroom, Mia thought. 'They're rich,’ Cassey commented the obvious to her.

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

I shove my feet back into my boots, not even bothering with the zippers and barreling for the door. The hallway outside is a strip of harsh fluorescent light and scuffed concrete. The roar of the crowd is still a dull thunder through the walls, but in here, it sounds like it’s happening in another universe. “Luna!” Mia’s voice hits me from the side. She sprints toward me from the catering room, tablet clutched to her chest, headset half off, messy bun threatening to fall apart. She skids to a stop when she sees my face. “Whoa.” Her eyes go wide. “You look like you saw an actual demon.”

“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.

No one wanted to respond to this demented freak, and some of us just put our heads down and tried to ignore them. “I have come here to announce that a new path past the art room has unlocked!” They explained, “Hopefully you all are excited by that.” With that mocking statement, the Loudspeaker shut off, and after a few more silent minutes, Liam suddenly stood up and cleaned off his tray. “Where are you going?” Mia questioned him, her tone dry and defeated. “I am going to go explore the new area.” He responded, heading for the exit, “If anyone would like to join me, feel free.”

Chapter 3 Clover's POV Mia drove us to an underground lounge, that was famously called The Velvet Room. The bouncer recognized her and waved us through. We strode inside casually, the live jazz and dim lights with people under was a sight to behold. I could see the saxophonist’s fingers flying and the deep crimson of the velvet booths. Mia ordered two shots of tequila and a bottle of bourbon. “To seeing clearly,” she toasted, clinking her glass against mine.

She unlocks her phone screen and taps a button, sending a dark video file straight to Kaelen's private network link and his personal pack mail so his eyes can't possibly miss the clip. Down at the safe house… Mirelle has the entire kitchen smelling like a giant pack feast, piling the wooden table high with cooked meats and fresh roots as if the moon festival arrived early. Mom is busy carrying the bowls of hot soup over to the mats, while little Liora plays with a plastic hockey puck on the living room rug. Orion is still hiding inside the back bedroom, refusing to show his face to the house. The poor boy keeps whimpering that his cheek looks too ugly from the slap, and he doesn't want anyon