Novel & Cerita The Loud House Brawl In The Family

A gnawing sense of foreboding crept inside them, as things could change dramatically in the family soon. "Ahem. Everyone…" At the same time, Rob strode past his own father to take the main seat, speaking quietly into the mike, "Following our investigation, it turns out that the South Sea Crow incited the martial artists in Ballroom Three to fight among themselves." Pausing to see everyone's reaction, he chuckled coolly before continuing, "My father is worse for wear from the shock, but fortunately, my brother Jan and I worked together to pacify the situation and slayed the South Sea Crow. We won't have to worry about her causing us problems anymore now! Let's hear a cheer for our victory!"

I told him, “Invite everyone you see fit. I would like to get as much of the story as possible. My siblings need to hear it too. I will call Blaise and see if he wants to be here for it too.” I walked to the office and called Blaise. He answered on the first ring, “Hey sis! What’s up?” I smiled at how upbeat he sounded, “Not a lot here. Right now, I’m watching your brothers clean up my house after they decided to have a lightning bolt fight in the house.” I could literally hear Blaise cringe, “Don’t be so hard on them, sis. I would’ve done the same thing if I had someone here with me when my dad was gone. It’s fun. They just chose the wrong place to do it.” I laughed, “But they are cleaning

From the family room came the sound of two kids yelling at each other. “THAT’S MINE, MAX!” “NO! YOU ALREADY HAVE THE BIG ONE, ISSA!” “THE BIG ONE HAS NO FEELINGS!” I stopped for a second in the doorway. My house. Chaotic. Warm. Loud. Not a single person inside knew that outside, two men were fighting over something I still wasn’t brave enough to hold with both hands. I closed the door quietly behind me, shook my umbrella once toward the mat, then stepped into the kitchen with my wet dress clinging to my thighs and my hair definitely staging a rebellion.

I might be a monster for all I know. The judge ruled the case as self defense as all the evidence pointed to being severely beaten,I couldn't help but smile at that. Since I was underaged my details weren't in the TV when they posted about theen that had been hunting humans that were killed as an act of self defense. The caption said you messed with the wrong house. They actually did mess with the wrong house and now they knew better. We were not the first family they have brutalized and led to waste but their plans failed when they walked into Aunt Laura's house.

“You f*cking b*tch! Keep your mouth shut! All you do is ramble on and on! I’m sick of all that! Who do you even think you are to lecture me like that? I’m only saying this once. You’re my sister-in-law merely because I acknowledged you as part of our family! If I hadn’t brought you in, you’d just be another stray b*tch trying to claw your way in!” “You… You dare hit me?” said Xavia as she held onto her bruised cheek in disbelief. The corner of Xavia’s lips had already begun bleeding as well. Jerry didn’t even bother saying anything after witnessing this. The Long family was very big. Being a family with three grandsons to be future heirs, the distribution of wealth and power was rather compl

The two rolled and grappled, exchanging punches and kicks. The tension in the room was unbearable as the two brothers faced off against each other, each bristling with anger and adrenaline. Damon's nose was bleeding profusely, and Lucas had a cut above his eyebrow that was oozing blood down his face. The rest of the family were watching in horror as the two sons of the patriarch prepared to attack each other once again. Suddenly, their father's voice boomed through the room like thunder. "Enough!" he bellowed, slamming his hand down on the table. "This is unacceptable behavior, especially from my own sons. You both are mature adults, why do you love to resort to violence every single time."

She deliberately fanned the flames and said, "Grandpa, I think there's no need to think about this anymore. Let's just send Liam and Celena to the Hughes family. Our family can't afford to cross the Hughes family, much less offend them. "I was there that night. Liam got the lady from the Hughes family beaten up quite badly. Trevyn came after that, and Liam had the guts to say that he wanted to teach him a lesson too. Malcolm came in time later and ended the conflict, but Trevyn swore he'd take revenge on our family after he got his promotion three days later. It's going to be too late for us if we don't act now."

Maxim spontaneously punched Jase in the face, until Jase staggered and almost fell down in front of Lisa if Martha did not hold her swiftly. "Why were you always be that rude, son!" Jase was furious. He put up the horses, then lunged —grabbing Maxim's shoulders that were no less wide than him. Blow after blow is inevitable. The father and son exchanged fists. Martha rubbed her face in a huff. While Lisa clenched her fists while holding the tightness in her chest, watching the annoying scene. Lisa hates violence. Lisa closed her eyes, then took a deep breath while clenching the two hands that were above her lap. Without her knowing it, a few seconds later, there were long nails and brownish f

Caleb yelped, clutching his back dramatically. Not to be outdone, Caleb retaliated by tugging on Hailey's hair. "Gotcha, Angry Bird!" "Ow! Let go, you idiot!" Hailey shrieked and yanked his hair in return. In seconds, they were locked in a full-on sibling-style brawl, pulling each other's hair and laughing between yelps. Cassian, who had just released Gabriel from the hug, looked over at the chaos unfolding and barked, "Enough!" Both Hailey and Caleb instantly let go of each other's hair, standing there like two misbehaving children caught red-handed, while the rest of the family tried—and failed—to suppress their laughter.

I look around the table while they squabble over a funeral none of them believe in. My perfect-on-paper family raised me in a house with better silverware and no noise in it at all. This one is loud and sticky, and somebody is always yelling across the table about nothing. Lily's banging a spoon and shouting "dada" at a man who'd burn the world to ash for her. Julian's hand is warm on the back of my neck. I'm not going to think about how much time I have left. Not while I get to bask in this kind of warm bedlam.