Andrew Lincoln Age Novels & Stories

Adrienne recalled, her voice heavy with realization. "Wow... What a loyal boyfriend," Richard added sarcastically, shaking his head. "So, his mom is dead, right?" She inquired, and Richard nodded in response. "Lincoln presently resides in the family mansion. His father has introduced him as the successor of Haven group," Richard disclosed. "What? Really? Is he older than Ryan?" "No, and I couldn't care less about why Michael is pushing Ryan away. Linc is presently twenty-three, and guess what?" "What?"

When she saw the clueless expression on Lincoln’s face now, Jade started to reprimand him, "Are you blind? Can’t you see this little bitch!" Since Lincoln was too focused on his wife's ugly appearance, he really didn’t notice that the woman quarrelling with his wife was Sabrina. Now that he took a closer look, Lincoln started to get furious as well. "You animal! How are you still alive?!" Sabrina smiled faintly at him. "I am younger than you by more than twenty years, so how can I die before you do?" Her clear provocation made Lincoln even more livid. "You...you should just drop dead now, I’ll knock you out with my car right now!"

The canvas was barely four inches by four inches. Lincoln gave me one of his signature looks: half frown, half complete mischief. “I have a plan.” Of course, he didn’t elaborate, but I’d come to listen to Lincoln with more than just my ears. Aunt Betty would be proud.