Picture Perfect The Loud House Mga Nobela at Kwento

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

Levi chips in for me. “Fine, it is on the first floor. By the way you shouldn't hide your pretty face”. Micah says smiling and that is when I look up to study his features. He is a pretty boy with a tanned skin and fading acne scars on his face. His black hair has red streaks, whoever his hairstylist is definitely knows how to do his job. “Take a picture, it lasts longer”. One of the boys snicker. Slightly irritated with that particular line I turn to him rolling my eyes.

"Here is your merchandise nigga!" Loud walked to me to receive his goods well packed in an opaque ' Talking Chef Restaurant' customized nylon. He was already having a fancy free moment with the ladies. Loud's ability to penetrate a woman's heart was quite inimitable; not just because he was a swish young man; he just had the key, the punchlines, the perfect words and sometimes I just wished he sublimated all that to writing music, script or something similar. "Is that my tools?" "Yeah it is dude. Everything is right in there."

He leaned his face near her ears and told her, "Wife, should you leave this mansion again, see to it you won't be able to walk for a week.” I widened my eyes then stomped onto his feet, resulting him to wince in pain and step back. He groaned, trying to say something but I intervened. I pointed at him, “I’ll break your feet before you break mine! Adiue!”

"Sounds like home hasn’t changed." "It hasn’t," I admitted, my voice dropping just a little. "And I miss you. It’s not the same without you here." His thumb brushed the screen like he could touch me through it. "I miss you too, Lai," he murmured. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he added, "But hey—want to see what I’ve been working on?" Before I could answer, the camera flipped, revealing the newly renovated pack house. The wooden floors gleamed under the light, the walls freshly painted in warm, inviting tones. The training hall—once worn and familiar—now looked sleek, polished, better.

Pointing at Dad, Simon barked the truth, "One of your kidneys came from Zora. And her other kidney is now in Laila's body! Both of you stole her kidneys and killed her!" Just then, a loud noise drowned out his yell. Laila knocked over her food on the table. She clutched her stomach in panic, trying to divert our parents' attention. "Mom, Dad, my stomach hurts. Hurry up and get Healer Petra here now!"

Two weeks earlier… A loud sound was heard as the shatters of glasses hit hard on the floor. The security system beeped 10 secs to go, counting slowly and then turned off. Sloane West gave out a loud shriek as she ordered the rest to come in, they were going to rob the house and take every bit of gems in it. She was careful enough to block all the camera footage from witnessing the atrocities to be done; taking all the luxurious items in the house.

The person threatened as I snorted at him. “And stay away from my phone if you don’t want me to insult you within an inch of your life.” I retorted as the person chuckled. “I could make your death an accident, just like the gas killing you because you answered your phone in the kitchen while slicing onions and also the gas explosion killed your cousin Ivy who is listening to loud music while grooming herself.” The person replied as all blood drained from my body. The reason I was currently answering my phone in the kitchen was because Ivy was playing loud music which she refuse to reduce and all he said was true. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded, dropping the onions but gripping the knife

His eyes widened in excitement. The first thing that hit us was a wave of dusk, causing me to go have a coughing fit, but curiosity kept me moving inside. Besides the dust, the house looked lived in. There was a big living room with couches, TV, and a piano at the tail end of the room. A shelf on the right side of the wall held random trinkets and a line of pictures. Stephan’s hand guided me towards the pictures. A lot of the pictures were black and white, some of two young boys, some of a family of four, and some of one or the other boys.