Novel & Cerita Which Character Are You From The Loud House

“Why are there so many so-called powerful people here recently? “Take a look at yourselves in the mirror! “How dare outsiders like you show off in Blackburn City? “You’re from Country H, aren’t you? “Come! Come! Tell us where you come from! Are you from the five hidden families? Or are you from the country’s top ten families? “For their sake, I can leave you alive after crippling you.” “I’m from neither,” replied Harvey calmly. “Neither? Trey chuckled. “And yet you still dare show off here in Blackburn City? How ignorant can you get?”

I had no plans on responding until I realized it was Vandia. "I saw the fight and I am wondering if you need any help," she asked despite the fact that her voice trembled. "Then you probably know which house I belong to," I yelled back which caused me pain on my stomach. "I know you're from Beta and I might be from another house, but I just can't ignore someone who needs help," she yelled back.

Grayson asked again. “Um, I love my parents equally,” Charlie said hesitantly. “I guess they have different ways of influencing us. With Mom, it’s more about home and family.” “Where are you from, Charlie?” This time, Savannah asked. “I’m from Halliport,” Charlie answered. “Halliport,” Savannah repeated, deep in thought. Unlike the men in the West family, she had a different demeanor. “That’s a big city. What brings you to Luxford? How long have you been studying here?”

I could outrun these guys and I knew my way home. As we pulled up to the party, Jaxon turned off the SUV suddenly and I could hear the music blaring from the lake in front of the house ahead of me. I did not recognize the house, “Whose house is this?” I asked cautiously. “It is my parents,” one of the guys from the back replied. “Come on, the party has started!” they yelled as they all jump out of the vehicle.

A living room with a worn out couch, a table in front of it messed with other weapons, some snacks, half a plate of cooked steak and some booze. “Sit.” He pointed to a plastic chair with a broken chair. “Ho— I slapped the word back into my mouth before I had the chance to ask something so stupid. “Thank you.” I rushed to his side. The worn out sofa caved in when he sat. He fell backwards but he was never off guard. “Where are you from?” his voice rumbled through the walls of the house. “Silver moon pack.” I answered softly, my fingers locked between my laps. I tried not to move much.

“Or stupid.” He laughed. “Maybe both.” His laughter filled the quiet space, light and easy. For the first time since arriving, I felt myself relax a little. “So, where are you from?” he asked, tearing a piece of bread. “Silvermoon Pack” I said. “Ah, far place. “Yeah” He nodded thoughtfully. “ My pack’s from the south. Lots of heat, noise, and sand.” “That sounds… lively.” “Lively’s one word for it.” He smirked. “Annoying is another.”

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

Lilien giggled. Vilka's brows crossed in confusion. "Oh, she's from our neighbour pack, Vilka." "Oh, I see." Vilka laughed. "And you?" He asked Claude. "I'm from the Night Howlers' pack, from South Korea." "Oh, that's nice! You speak English fluently." Claude laughed. "As everyone does." "Yeah right." Vilka chuckled. I noticed a man walking toward us and he stopped beside Vilka. "So who's your best friend in the three?"

Maria, the housekeeper said from the backyard where she's doing laundry. "Don't worry, Aunt Maria. I'll get it!" Jaimie shouted, already on his way downstairs. I heard his footsteps as he went down the stairs and then, ran towards the door and swung the door open. When silence descended, I stopped eating and stared at Tann, who looked at me also. Our eyes were asking the same question. Who's at the door. "Hi, Ma'am! I'm Jaimie Rutherford, but my mother calls me little Jaimie or Jay-Jay! It's nice meeting you ma'am!" I heard Jaimie's voice and waited to hear the recipient.

“By the way, what country do you live in?” Felix was dumbfounded, but he still answered the question, “I don’t know if you’re familiar with this place but we are from . . . Delural. Yeah, Delural. People there are blondes, like us. “ He chuckled. Felix sighed. They pretended to be foreigners from Delural who moved here to Madreign.