Novel & Cerita The Loud House Snow Way Out

"They wanted my help? But how do you know this? Were you here when it happened?" "No," Winter says, looking a bit embarrassed. "I saw it on the TV news." "Oh," I say, happy that Winter wasn't part of the messy situation. "I didn't watch the news, but my neighbors talked about a loud windstorm that made screaming noises. They also mentioned something called 'supercops.' I thought they were just rumors. All of this happened in my yard while I was sleeping?"

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

But no one answered. And it's odd. Snow’s wedding was supposed to be tomorrow. Why wasn’t her mother or her sister home? "They’re at the condo unit," Snow murmured, sniffling. "Ice bought a new place. She bought a condo unit in the city. They decided to move in early." I frowned. So they had left her here alone, on the evening of what should have been the most important day of her life. I opened the car door and reached for her. "Come on, I’ll—"

By morning, the blizzard had sealed the estate in silence. Snow pressed thickly against every window, muting the world into something distant and unreachable. Even sound felt swallowed, softened, as though the house itself had decided nothing from outside mattered anymore. Chloe, as usual, was immune to atmosphere. “There’s an après-ski thing happening at one of the lodges,” she announced, hopping into a neon pink puffer jacket. “Spiked cocoa. Fire pits. Hot guys pretending they know how to ski.”Emphasis on the hot guys,she giggled.

Ethan struggled desperately. I snorted, pulled out my phone, and played a recording from that day in the park. “Ethan, I told you not to provoke me. This recording, combined with today’s surveillance footage of you breaking into the lounge and harassing me, is enough to ruin you completely.” Ethan immediately collapsed onto the floor, the light in his eyes gone completely.

Chapter 76: In The Club Third Person’s POV The loud pop music inside the nightclub blasted their ears as soon as they entered the door. Snow and Lumara were ready to grace the dancefloor, while Nayara and Crystal wore the same expression of despair on their faces. Snow looked back at the two of them. Because of the loud music, she spoke in a loud voice, “You look like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Smile wide!” The two tried their best, but it only seemed like Snow was bullying them. She shook her head in defeat and helplessly dragged them inside.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

Inside was a bottle of whiskey he had kept for twenty years, meant for Adrian after dinner. My father had said the Morettis valued status, but they also valued gestures. That bottle was his final recognition of Adrian before entrusting his daughter to him. When the key turned in the door, the living room lights were still off. Adrian came in smelling of fireplace smoke and Lucia’s jasmine perfume. “Why are the lights off?” I did not answer. He removed his coat and walked toward me, lifting a hand toward my face the way he always did after an argument. “Still angry?” he asked. “I admit I didn’t handle Christmas Eve well, but Lucia was in serious condition. I couldn’t just leave her.”

Nine months since he’d lost his arm and he and Wren were homeowners. Jackson laughed as he caught sight of the white flakes swirling in the wind outside the kitchen window. He opened the cabinet doors in search of the cocoa. Wren was starting a fire in the fireplace. The first snow of the year was later than normal and nothing more than barely there flurries. “Wren,” Jackson called from the kitchen. “Yeah?”