Andrew Lincoln Hot Novels & Stories

I found a hotel at random and checked in. Lincoln sent me a video to taunt me. From a security camera angle, Lincoln was drowning his sorrows at a bar. Gina arrived right after and snatched the glass from his hand. Gina was utterly humble. She knelt at his feet, begging him to put on the million-dollar Patek Philippe.

My Dad, Mom and sister finally arrived in the same vehicle and my Dad bodyguards followed them as they all came and sat close to Bernard and Lily. The music started and I saw Lincoln arrive with his men. I knew his suit was an Italian brown suit, but I didn't even care to admire how beautiful it looked. It wasn't too long before I also saw Jake enter with reddened eyes...

Nicole replied and Rose said, it's better she took precaution then. The guests soon started drinking when Lincoln started coming downstairs wearing jeans and a polo. He was holding a laptop as he saw his guest all seated, drinking and chatting together. " It's an honor to have you here President Lyon and Ms Nicole" Lincoln called their attention as he came closer. He had that megawatt smile and looked sweet and handsome. "The pleasure is ours" Nicole replied for the both of them. Lincoln drew closer and shook hands with Allen and Nicole before taking a place next to Rose.

said Mya. “All in all, be cautious,” said Adrian. Mya nodded, and Adrian did not comment further. Both of them made their way to the dining room and found Lincoln already sitting down and having his breakfast. Adrian walked over and sat opposite Lincoln. He asked while he ate, “How do you feel, Link? Let me know if you’re feeling unwell.” Lincoln chuckled and said, “I’m fine, don’t worry. I just feel some soreness in my legs, but it happens all the time. It’s no big deal.”

Diane with a smirk formed on her lips muttered as she drew the mini laptop back to her table, then shut it close. "I can help bring her down if that's what you want " Diane offered smirking, she knew Mr. Lincoln at this point wouldn't object. "Let's do this then!" Mr. Lincoln with determination welled up in his chest, he responded. There was no need for words; his firm stance and unyielding gaze spoke volumes about the resolve he had mustered in response to the shocking revelation.

That Night – Under the Moonlight Ignatius and Krishna sat on a stone bench beside the pond, observing fireflies around them. She leaned on him. "I think… I could live here forever." He didn't reply immediately. "But you won't, will you?" he asked. She closed her eyes. "No. I can't." A momentary pause. "I'll go with you," he said. "Wherever it takes us." She looked at him. "I mean even if it takes us into war?"

a familiar voice said. I paused, then looked up and immediately froze.. because the person I had bumped into while sneaking out of Hector's room was Lincoln. He was standing there with a can of soda in his hand, wearing a plain black T-shirt and that usual calm expression—except it wasn’t calm right now. His eyes darted from my face to my messy hair, then down the hall toward Hector’s door behind me. Oh no. I could practically feel what I must look like—hair tousled, shirt not buttoned properly, still smelling faintly of Hector’s scent from the bed.

They are both fantastic with Dylan at this point. “Do you approve the wedding of the two?” Francisco seriously asked him. He gets the knife from the apple then throws it to his lord. Lincoln doesn’t talk for a moment until his lips twitch as he leans on the white wall. His jaw is tightening from the question of the man beside him. He chuckles lightly in response to his ridiculous idea. They all know that Lincoln is a homophobic type of person, and he hates Dylan. “From what I could see. I cannot turn back from my motto,” the oldest Vozinelik utters.

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.

Leo’s assistant was at the wheel, heading in the opposite direction. “Mr. Lincoln, I’ve already booked a suite at—” “Cancel it. I want a room in the hotel directly across from the hospital,” Leo interrupted. The assistant froze for a second before responding, “Understood. I’ll check if they have their best room available.” “A standard room is fine,” Leo added from the back seat. “Yes, Mr. Lincoln,” the assistant replied quickly. Miranda walked into the hotel lobby. Exhaustion crashed over her like a wave. She reached up and touched her forehead, only then realizing how hot it felt.