The Loud House The Sweet Spot Novels & Stories

Everyone’s divided into camps: the gawkers who treat the Langstons’ downfall like entertainment, and the loyalists who defend them like knights circling a wounded king. The queen bee, Sloane, is loudest among the loyalists. “This is garbage. Fake news. My dad says the Langstons are untouchable. This’ll blow over by the weekend.” Maybe she’s right. Maybe not. But her voice trembles just enough to betray the fear she’s trying to hide. I take my usual spot near the edges, unpacking my lunch with steady hands I don’t really feel. My phone buzzes with updates, but I don’t check it. Not yet. Not where anyone can see.

“How are you?” Lola “Crazy Eyes” Sparks, head cheerleader, Prom Queen, Wes’s ex-girlfriend, stood in front of me, as beautiful and unhinged as ever. “Oh, just fantastic!” She tossed her cascade of dark hair over her shoulder. Her gaze flitted to Wes. With a lifted brow, she continued. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” “What? No.” Wes waved her off with a level of dismissiveness that I would have found insulting if it weren’t for the uncomfortable number of stares we’d accumulated. If I looked behind me, I bet I’d find the noses of everyone inside the Backdoor pressed against the window.

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Sweet Perfect isn’t far from the townhouse, and I have the code for the entrance door at the main level. Gazing into Ace’s gentle brown eyes, I exhale. “Okay, my little man, mommy locked us out of the house, which means our only option is to walk to Sweet Perfect. We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Ace barks happily and follows me down the sidewalk. Thankfully, I put my UGG boots and my coat on, so I’m warm and cozy. It’s a ten-minute walk to Sweet Perfect. Luckily, the house isn’t far, which is a plus.

Out of curiosity, Sean parked his vehicle on the road's edge and walked towards the club. Sean looked away at the light neon sign that reads Holo, which is the club's name. When Sean entered the club, a woman singing came to his ears. The woman's voice is very soft and makes him curious about the owner of the vote; Sean then takes a seat on the table bar and orders a drink from the bartender there. His eyes looked towards the stage, featuring a woman in a peach dress with wavy black hair singing.

The bed creaked nonstop. When we finished, he cleaned me up first before taking care of himself. When I realized there was no sound of water for a while, I made my way over. I heard Richard's voice. "Doctor, thank you. Valeria and I are doing very well now. My touch deprivation syndrome hasn't caused us any problems. Not only that, our relationship has gotten even better. I probably won't need consultations like this anymore." After speaking quietly, he ended the call and saw me standing behind him.

Security stormed over and pried us apart. Sarah panted, glaring at me. "Your mother trashed my favorite car. Now you know what losing something precious feels like." She rushed to Margaret and yanked out every tube. The room fell into chaos. "Are you insane?" I yelled. "She's barely hanging on." Sarah smirked, "Not my problem. I wish she could die sooner." I lunged at her again, but a pair of arms held me back. I turned to see James standing there with a sullen face.

with a disgusted expression. “Denver looks messy with this hairstyle.” “Mom…” “By the way, have you found a place to live?” “Yes. We’re moving to Cubay.” This time, Sandra answered with a warm smile. “Cubay? Why so far?” “We like it quiet. There’s a mountain nearby, so the air is clean.” “That’s true. There’s no place like it if you like quiet. Speaking of which, Denver, this guy needs to get married too…. How old are you, and you’re always out golfing.”

Wilson was hot, sure, but his dad had this mature, rugged charm that made my stomach flip. “Sorry about Wilson,” Mark said, handing me a beer from the cooler beside the couch. His voice was deep, hoarse, like he'd smoked a pack a day back in the day, but it only added to his appeal. He slumped in next to me, close enough that our thighs brushed. “But hey, more room for us to cheer properly.” I laughed, taking a swig. “Yeah, no stepping on toes this time. Go team!” The opening whistle blew, and we both leaned forward, our eyes glued to the screen. The living room was dimly lit, just the glow from the TV and a lamp in the corner. The AC hummed softly, but with the excitement building, I felt a

The warehouse district loomed ahead, a maze of industrial buildings that could hide any number of secrets. We pulled up to the location. The warehouse's doors were closed, and its windows shrouded in darkness. "I can take it from here," I told him. He just smirked. "If you say so." I moved into the dimly lit space, making sure that I made no sound as I turned to the corner. "That woman will be screaming by now. She's cleaned and dressed for Signore Hernandez," a woman's voice said, laughing. A man chuckled darkly in response. "Signore Hernandez will be so pleased to have that bitch delivered to his lap. We spent a fortune looking for her."