The Loud House Get The Message Novels & Stories

The message is still on the screen. Don’t trust Adrian.

Still nothing. By the time the sun dipped low and the diner lights turned harsh and bright, they’d both had more than a few beers. Lukas stared blearily at the phone when a message finally came through. Fine. You can come home now. Try not to wake the baby. Mac slapping the table. “Finally.” “Yeah,” Lukas said, wobbling to his feet. “But we’re definitely not driving.” They stumbled out into the night, laughter spilling between them as they flagged down a cab.

I read the text I had just received. "What? How did they message you? Or know what we're talking about?" Hawk asks. My eyes instantly scan around the room, not even sure what I'm looking for, but suddenly, my hair is now standing on edge. A ping from all of our phones sends us into more confusion. "I have eyes and ears everywhere." The new message reads. I look towards Kieran and Hawk, wondering if they received the same message. As if answering my unspoken message, we all lift our phones to show we all received the same message.

I can hear people giggling inside. I push the door open and guess who I see. The love birds. Sitting on my couch, snogging and giggling like some two horny adolescents. "So I see my house is your house..." "Duh," Bruna shrugs. "Anyways, I have a message... No, Josh has a message for you." Josh clears his throat. "uh... Yea, I have a message for you." "Message? From who?" Josh grins. "My cousin," he pauses. "Jesse Lingard." ********

A new message glowed on the screen. From an unknown number. We have eyes inside your safe house. The girls aren’t leaving. Neither are you. My stomach dropped. We had a mole.

‎ ‎Then another message came. ‎ ‎“Open the window.” ‎ ‎I froze. ‎ ‎Then ‎ ‎A CLANG echoed from outside the house. ‎A gate creaking. ‎Footsteps. ‎Multiple footsteps. ‎ ‎More than two. ‎ ‎I scrambled backward until my back hit the wall. ‎ ‎My pulse hammered against my ribs, loud enough I thought the whole mansion could hear it. ‎ ‎A final message appeared. ‎ ‎“Your father can’t lock us out forever.” ‎ ‎The screen went black.

“Don’t rush your vacation, enjoy your time there. Lucky for you to get a vacation. Don’t think about me, I’ll be safe.” “Okay, I’ll go now. Be careful and be safe!” “Okay! Bye! Have a safe travel!” Louve left and Madison immediately closed the doors. She went to the refrigerator to drink water. “Gosh, does she think I’m just a five-years-old child?” Madison said while looking at the notes Louve left. Madison took a bath and grabbed her things to go to the hospital. While she walking her phone received a message. She took it from her pocket, reason for her to get distracted while walking.

"if you want to see Emily alive again you'll pay close attention to this message and do what I say and YOU WON'T TELL ANYONE!. Head to the lake, the biggest on the land and be there at 2.03 pm and not a minute later or poor Emily loses a limb, if you tell anyone poor Emily dies. see you soon j x" By the time I finish reading the message my heart is pounding against my ribs and I'm physically shaking. I want to run to my dad, brothers or Alex but I know deep down that I cant, I don't know who did this but I believe every word they have said on the message so if I need to do this alone to save Emily then that's what I'll do.

“We go to the safe house first. Then we figure out who’s left and how to end this.” We drove in silence after that. The city started to thin out. Trees lined the road. My phone buzzed again. Another message. This one had no video. Just words. We know where you’re going. We always have. I stared at the screen. Damien must have felt something because he looked over. “What is it?” I showed him the message. He read it then looked back at the road. His face stayed calm but I saw the worry in his eyes. Marcus turned around again. “Pull over. Let me check something.”

My finger hovered over the send button, unable to press it. Just then, a new message appeared in the chat: "Come to the pack house."