Andrew Lincoln Age Mga Nobela at Kwento

LINCOLN’s POV (Before he became Lincoln Webber, his name was Andrew Morgan Jr.) Lincoln Webber took a sip from his glass. The taste of the liquor he drank gives a bitter-sweet taste as it runs down his throat. He clenched as he remembered the horrible past that happened to his father, which caused his mother's mental breakdown when he was ten years old. His name was Andrew Morgan Jr. before he became Lincoln Webber. Andrew Jr. was dragged inside the cell with his eyes blindfolded. His hands were tied at his back and his mouth was covered with duct tape.

Lincoln’s tone changed as quickly as his words. Before him stood a roughly twenty-five year old lady with beautiful feathers and lovely shapes. Her round eyes glistened at the sight of Lincoln, but did not betray the maturity of her womanly features. Her frightened look would lead any man to want her. Just like that, the feeling of annoyance from the collision quickly soothed his frustrated mind.

“That’s all.” Selective truths, but still technically true. He snorts through his nose. “You’re seventeen,” he all but snarls. “And?” I say with a shrug. “Lincoln, how old were you when you got your ink?” I point at the tribal runes decorating his arm. Lincoln shrugs. “Fifteen, maybe?” I turn back to my brother and give him a pointed look. I see the exact moment I win. “Fine,” he huffs, dropping down onto the bench.

He was eleven back then and Lincoln fifteen. While the rest of his men feared him at first, Lincoln never showed any kind of fear. He never questioned Lucian's abilities, and he never reacted when Lucian behaved differently. Sometimes Lucian wondered what Lincoln really thought about him. "Lincoln?" "Yes, Your Highness." "Do you believe me to be the devil's son?" "It doesn't matter to me, Your Highness." "That's not what I asked," Lucian said, "and I want you to be honest."

Did she really look that disgusting to him? "Mr. Lincoln, I understand this is one of the bleakest moments in your life, but as they say, wisdom lies not in the mouth of the elderly only, so I also can speak for myself and advice you to watch who you accuse of trying to take your son's life."she paused and gave out a low sigh before speaking again.

There was only one day in his life when he felt this story of anxiety, and that was the day his elder brother Lincoln died. _ He was fifteen years old at the time. Luca was scrawny, mostly thin too. That was one weird build he had at that age, given that he was fed basically everything he could dream of eating. His diet was not strictly monitored like that of his brother Lincoln, neither was his playtime shortened till it was barely existent. He was free, he ate what he wanted and he went where he wanted and did what he wanted. It wa Lincoln that was kept on a short leash.

What truly mattered was his willingness to help the Tuffin family because Ellie was a part of it. With this in mind, Abigail smiled and pulled Ellie forward. "Mr. Lincoln, this is my granddaughter, Ellie. She's 20 years old and currently single. "Unfortunately, the Tuffin family is going through tough times. Ellie will have to endure hardships in the future." Wade was a smart person. He understood that both of them were cunning after exchanging a glance with Abigail. Wade smiled slyly as he said, "Ellie is young and beautiful. How could you let her endure hardships?

"Not quite that old, but I appreciate the guess." "Tell me your age then," I asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I am tired of guessing." Andrew chuckled again. "32 years old," he finally revealed, his smile never faltering. "You were close enough to 35," he added, still amused by my attempts to guess his age. "Damn, I slept with an old man, and I don't even remember the night I spent with him," I thought to myself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the situation. How did I get myself into this situation?

We were in love and happy, and we never failed to show each other that. In any and every way. Lincoln had been Lincoln. The death of his brother was a lot for him, but him and his parents have come to terms and accepted the fact. He held onto the good memories, and that seemed okay for him. I was worried for him though. He was twenty four and he still hasn't found his mate. When I asked him, he just said he wasn't in any rush to find her, and that just like everyone else, when the time is right he'll find her.

Unfortunately, Lincoln kindly offered his overcoat, draping it over my shoulder before dragging me into the rain before anyone could spot us. We had done this so many times before, but that night felt different, maybe because we were both entering different phases in our lives, I was finally turning sixteen, my future was undecided. It was different with Lincoln, it always was. His fate was sealed before he was even born, he was the crown prince of Zion, he was turning eighteen tomorrow, he was finally a man as his father would refer to him.