Picture Perfect The Loud House 소설 & 이야기

Viola McCoy Three Months Later The house is loud. Not loud in the tragic, everything-is-falling-apart kind of way it used to be. Loud in the beautiful, sticky, messy, lived-in kind of way. There’s cereal spilled on the floor, my phone is ringing from somewhere under a throw pillow, and Missy is singing—very off-key—from the bathroom. “Missy!” I shout over the whir of the electric toothbrush she’s definitely just using to clean the mirror. “Where are your shoes?”

Seeing him hesitate, Chloe went ballistic. "What are you waiting for?" she screamed, lunging at me. "What's so interesting about this psycho?" She raised her hand to slap me. "Stop," Liam's voice cut through the noise. He grabbed Chloe's arm. The room fell silent again. Everyone stared, stunned. Chloe was the most shocked of all. "You... why are you stopping me?" Her voice shook. "Don't tell me this bitch actually got to you?" Her words sent ripples through the crowd.

I screamed, the sound tearing through the quiet of the house. ​Before the echo could even fade, he was there. He moved like a blur of lethal intent, already armed with a sleek, black submachine gun, his eyes instantly locking onto the screen. He didn't ask questions; he didn't waste time. He slammed his palm against the emergency override, and the house groaned as the external blast shutters began to slide into place over the glass walls.

When the final whistle sounded, the room went silent. The final score was locked on the television screen. 2-4. Exactly right.

To leave her cornered completely to the wood, and to have her at his mercy. “Do you know how many times I wanted to have you like this?” Ian's voice became more and more guttural. “No”. “Many. But now you're here”. He caressed her neck with the tip of his nose. He stepped back a little to lead her by the hand to her room. When Ian turned on the light. She blinked twice until her eyes accustomed to the brightness. The walls were painted white, with the decoration in gray that gave it a modern touch. The large bed in the middle with black sheets, and two bedside tables on the sides in steel and glass gave it a masculine touch.

After 7 months, The loud and fast footsteps echoed in the hall, in which luxurious things were present and which had gotten used to these footsteps… The footsteps were approaching the door of a couple's bedroom, the couple, who were the owner of this penthouse… The environment of the living hall was very calm and silent screaming that the humans of this house aren't awake and now it's time for the luxurious things to talk about whatever is happening in this penthouse, in between the couple.

The screen lit up with a new message — *Unknown Number*. Damian hesitated, thumb hovering before opening it. The text was a single sentence: > “How well do you really know the people under your roof?” Attached was a photo. Eli’s stomach dropped. The image showed the inside of the house — the living room, from an angle none of the installed cameras covered. The photo was timestamped ten minutes ago. Damian’s face hardened. He moved fast, scanning the corners of the room, pulling open vent covers, checking the light fixtures. Nothing.

I say with a slight attitude. "No, you're being a bitch at least look at this house before you judge it," "you can leave and I can continue searching cause one things for sure I'm going to be a bitch when I'm looking for the perfect house that I going to be living in with you and It needs to perfect especially if I'm living with a jackass". I say frustrated. "Fine," Luca grumbles and we begin to drive off to the next house. When we role Up I gasp when I good look at the house I can feel It this is it. when we get inside it was perfect there was the movie room enough rooms for when people came to stay. there was a home gym, inside the pool, tennis court it was amazing.

It sounds as if someone is pounding on a piano like a kid. I open the door and step inside, confused. The noise is louder inside. "Landon, I'm home," I call out, shedding my shoes and following the sound to our living room. The house is dark, except for the hall light that seeps into the living room. I can just make out the shape of Landon slumped forward in the darkness on the piano bench as he pounds out angry notes. "Oh, look who finally showed up," he snarls, breaking off playing long enough to take a lengthy swallow from a bottle before hurling it to the floor with a clang. It's empty and rolls towards the couch. I cringe.

She flings the door open and their eardrum bell rings at the sound from inside the house. "Come inside!" Lisa shouts on top of her voice as she ushers her friends in. "Don't mind the loud music, it's my day!" She tries to talk over the noise. "Your door is sound proof!" Taking notice of how quiet it was in the hallway, Sofia shouted too, using both her fingers to close her ears. "I paid a fortune for that!" Lisa shouts back with a laugh. "Son of a gun! This place is enthralling!" Audrey couldn't hide her astonishment. "Dang rabbit!"