Novel & Cerita The Loud House Room With A Feud

[Clan Gym] Loud and Jinx are inside with scanty other mobsters, exercising late. It's only peaceful like this at night, which is why Loud prefers night visitation to mornings. He's on the cable machine while Jinx is on the upright bike, both sweating as heavy exhales escaped their stressed nostrils. "Shouldn't we stop now?" Jinx's voice barely came out. "One more minute," Loud inhaled. "You said that thirty minutes ago too, fûcker." Jinx swallowed, getting down from the bike.

Luka found himself relaxing, enjoying the simple pleasure of a family meal. "So, Lilly," Luna Harmony said during a lull in the conversation, "how's your violin practice coming along? Your competition is coming up soon, isn't it?" Lilly nodded, swallowing a bite of food before responding. "It's going well, Mum, it not this weekend its next weekend…” She paused taking a breathe because this would be new information for both of her mates, “remember the penthouse suite at the Nova Hotel, extremely high security for a human hotel and they wanted me to have the best room considering it took them a lot for me to agree to going to this competition as its not one I normally agree to.”

The door opened before I could reach it, and Lionel stood there with an expression that was equal parts sympathy and curiosity. "That bad, huh?" he asked, taking in my face. "Worse," I admitted, brushing past him into the foyer. "Is everyone waiting?" "In the war room," he said, which was our family's nickname for the formal sitting room where we held all our serious discussions. "Mom's stress-baking, Dad's pacing, and Lucas looks like he wants to murder someone. So, you know, typical Blackwood family crisis mode." Despite everything, I felt a small smile tug at my lips. This was my family—dramatic, overbearing, fiercely protective, and absolutely incapable of giving me space when I was hurt

The penthouse sold in 6 days. Kael said it was too quiet. Adia said it had too many rules. Lila said nothing, but she stopped crying at night the week they moved. But this house was loud by 7:12 AM. Not city-loud. Not penthouse-hum-60-floors-up loud. House-loud. Dog-nails-on-wood loud. Lila-banging-a-spoon-on-a-high-chair loud. Adia-blasting-playlist-to-cover-the-chaos loud.

"Behind the bookshelf in the bedroom. Jake knows. Go!" Jake was already moving the bookshelf, revealing a hidden door. "Come on." "This is insane," I said, but I followed him into what looked like a panic room—reinforced walls, supplies, even a small bathroom. "Maya's had some interesting tenants over the years," Jake explained, locking the door behind us. "This room is completely scent-proof." Outside, we could hear howling, then shouting, then the unmistakable sounds of a fight. "They can't just attack," I said. "This is neutral territory. It would mean war."

I took a step back so he wouldn’t be towering over me. “There will be a party tonight…” he began. I opened my mouth, then shut it. “…at my house,” he finished. My brows drew together. What? He read my expression and nodded. “Yeah. You’ll have to lock yourself in the damn room and not come out. Not for anything,” he said, voice hard, like he was addressing a stubborn toddler. I frowned, crossing my arms. “It will be loud. I have to sleep,” I protested. He licked his bottom lip before straightening. My eyes dropped to his mouth.

The TV played some sports channel and some of the football players sat around on the ancient couch watching. Someone handed me a red solo cup that I tossed into the soil of a standing plant in the corner. “Good game, Booker!” someone else yelled, slapping my back. I shoved my way through the crowd to the kitchen, pouring my own cup of beer that I planned to nurse the rest of the night. A popular Cardi B song blasted over the speakers, which made everyone howl and turn toward the living room where they’d pushed recliners and tables out of the way to dance.

Just as Briar stepped up, a cheerful voice came from room 18 on the second floor: “Room 18 bids—800 million.” “What?!” “Who the hell is this room 18 person? So fierce!” “I think this is just the beginning. The one on the third floor only lit the lantern but hasn’t bid yet!” Everyone was buzzing, waiting for the third floor to raise the bid. Then, a pleasant female voice slowly came from the third floor. “Room 1 on the top floor bids... 1 billion!” As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into a grave-like, eerie silence.

I’m terrible at it. Leo’s place is not what I expected. It’s not a dorm room or some sweaty basement. It’s an actual house, a wide open-plan space with high ceilings and a trophy case in the corner. Someone’s music thumps softly from hidden speakers, a smell of pizza and something grilled hanging in the air. “Damn,” I say under my breath as we step inside. “Yeah,” Seth murmurs, shrugging out of his jacket. “His dad’s loaded.”

Rule E Lounge sessions are one of the most critical aspects of the show’s success and are compulsory. Once a Housemate is called to the Lounge Room, they must drop everything they are doing and proceed to the Lounge Room. Failure to do so will result in a fine, “a strike”, challenge or worse. Housemates can request to enter the Lounge Room at any time of the day or night. Sunglasses and hats are not permitted in the Lounge Room. The door for the Lounge Room will be locked when not in use, and no one is allowed into the room if it is occupied.