The Loud House: Revamped Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Veridia University. Dormitory B ("The Bunker"). Room 104. Three Weeks Later. The room no longer smelled of mildew. It smelled of ozone and high-grade espresso. Technically, it was still a dorm room. But since Hale Holdings now owned the building, Leo and Lyra had made some "structural modifications." They had knocked down the wall to Room 105. The bunk beds were gone, replaced by ergonomic workstations. A server rack hummed in what used to be the shower stall. The mini-fridge was now a sub-zero wine cooler stocked with energy drinks.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

Failing at that meant worse fate. All from small towns, they knew their parents couldn't scrape together that kind of cash. I was their only shot. Amber had blabbed about my family's wealth, and now they were pulling the friendship card. But my heart was stone. In my past life, when Amber spread rumors and slandered my dad, they were her accomplices. They echoed her online, saying that she was originally an optimistic and cheerful person, but after joining the company, she became depressed. They claimed they didn't know what had happened until she came forward with her story that Logan had been taking advantage of her.

Don't say I didn't warn you because you're going to be clutching your pearls in shock. And I will be revamping Chapter 80 to Chapter 93. Hold on my lovely readers. I'm promising you hot liquid sex scenes. Instead of the Initial story I had been writing about Alice and her stepbrothers, I will be continuing with the older man and younger woman dynamic.

Lori giggled. “Yes, my love. We are going to move out of this shitty home and my son-in-law will definitely get us trendy cars.” “I can’t wait for tomorrow night,” Lauretta confessed. “Same here. But don’t forget about the made-up story of how your father abandoned us.” “Trust me, Mom. I know what to do. Our time is now and I’m so excited for what’s to come.” ……………….. Cassie’s Pov I shivered when I felt Shawn’s warm cum sink inside of me. He got off me and cuddled me one more time.

______________________ Hi readers Thank you so much for your patience during this time. We've pretty much rewritten chapters 36-55 in order to give you guys a better experience with the story. If you are confused by the plot, please go back and re-read our revised chapters as we have added a new, more intense plot. I'm sure your wait will not be met with disappointment! Within a week, the book will return to its normal daily updates. Jane 2023-9-18

I knew if I gave her even a crack of hope, this would never end. So I shoved her back hard. "How many times do I have to say it? We're done." "No. We're not," she snapped. "You said your love would never change. We were supposed to travel everywhere—every romantic place. We were supposed to have a kid. A future. Endless futures." Her eyes were wild. I didn't have a choice. I slapped her, sharp and clean, hoping it'd snap her back to reality. She froze, staring at me, hand pressed to her cheek, eyes blown wide.

The laughter of my stepmother and Jolene still sounded in my ears, like a cruel sound meant to remind me of my place. A broken sob escaped my lips. No matter how much I tried to compose myself against their words, against their cruelty, it still hurt. Every day felt like a fresh wound, one that never had the chance to heal. I dug my fingers into the fabric of my worn dress, my nails pressing into my palms as if the slight sting could distract me from the deep ache in my chest. But then—something changed. A scent. It was faint at first, but undeniably there. A mix of lemon and something darker, something rich and intoxicating, like the first rain after a long dry season. It didn’t belong to t

“You breathe too quietly.” Jace gave him a look. “That’s the complaint?” “I like knowing the person next to me is alive.” Jace blinked. Then, just for a second, he smiled. “I’m told I sleep like I’m preparing for an ambush.” River smirked faintly. “Fits your vibe.” Downstairs, Sasha was already waiting with two coffees and a digital tablet loaded with chaos. “We have three new headlines,” she said as they sat around the sleek kitchen island. “One of them is a fanfiction about your forbidden love. You’re apparently married in an alternate universe.”

“Don’t go poking that crazy woman either.” Her eyes widened. “You just called her crazy. You’re dead.” “…You still gonna tell me that ‘epic’ story or not?” “Of course!” she said, instantly switching gears. She pulled him to sit and, after checking no one was around, launched into a dramatic retelling— half truth, half exaggerated fanfiction. When she finished, Ollie’s face was unreadable. “So… they teamed up and made our cousin a widower? And he didn’t kill them? Weird. I should go talk to him about that.”