The Loud House Get The Message Novels & Stories

When the message pinged, a video appeared there. “DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!”

But it might also be the only way. "Okay," I say. "Let us do it." We sent the message that evening. It is simple. Direct. A single line. I know you are my father. And I am not afraid of you. I watch the screen, waiting for a response. The minutes stretch into hours. The sun sets, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson. Then the phone buzzes. You should be. I handed the phone to Liam. He reads the message, his jaw tight.

I sent a friend request. Two seconds later, it was accepted. A message popped up immediately after. NocturneNotes: Your house has been marked. Your whole family is going to die.

"I wasn't thinking of pressing it." Without warning, I lifted my head and thrashed violently. The burly man in the black jacket lunged forward, trying to use his weight to pin me down. His shoulder slammed through the glass cover in the process. The blare of the fire alarm tore through the night. The entire residential complex's PA system was activated. A pre-recorded evacuation message was supposed to follow, but a mechanical female voice played through the speakers instead. "Grade-A human tissues as raw materials from a basement freezer storage at Riverside Residences. The transaction amount is 300 thousand dollars, and the payment was received by a Mr. Frost…"

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

Really mum really oh my god mummy mummy mummy mummy mummy I love you thank you so much I'm gonna make you proud mum , you gonna be proud of me I'm so happy thank you so much "when are you going to get the message? said mum "Message I need to go check my phone if it is sent" Taking my phone I was kind of nervous what if it wasn't sent? What if they don't accept me I saw my phone goes off and I saw the name hmm Mary "Hi Lis gotten anything" she asked "No I haven't was about to then you called" I answered "I really hope you get the scholarship no I know you will get this" she said and dropped the call after that, I checked my phone I almost dropped my phone when I saw the message.

this morning and it was another message from the blonde fucker. 'I know you got my message yesterday baby brother, and I know you liked it. Now, I'm telling you that if you should stall for another hour before you get here, I'm gonna be shipping her battered corps to you or fly her out the country, marry her, and put my seeds in her, I'm still contemplating though, and you know you wouldn't want any of those, I'm going to ruin her and fuck your life up if you commence with that plan of bringing any of your men along, and you know I'm not bluffing. Your response to this message should be your fucking presence in my house an hour from now, or she dies.'

The sound echoed off the trees. "We'll send the rat back," I said slowly, my eyes narrowing. "But not broken. Not scared. We'll send him back with confidence. With proof that we knew the entire time. Let him deliver the message." Kael smirked. "What's the message?" I looked through the binoculars again, locked eyes with a smug bastard standing too close to the tree line, and smiled. "Message is simple," I said. "Get the fuck out." The square was packed.

The text finally came on Friday night, a little past midnight, when the entire house was sunk deep into the silence of heavy sleep and expensive security. [12:14 AM] Ethan: Maintenance room. Now. No greeting. No explanation. Just a curt, chilling command. The message was already deleted from his end, of course. I pulled on my worn sweater, my heart doing a frantic, trapped-bird rhythm against my ribs. Don't go. Delete the message. Sleep. My rational mind screamed. But three desperate forces rose up to crush that voice:

In our screens. Louis was right. It was a message. And the message was clear: *You’re not safe. Nowhere is safe. We’re closer than you think.*