Andrew Lincoln Hot Novels & Stories

"I'm not like those hypocrites Michael and Harvey. When I want something and can take it, I just do it anytime, anywhere!" Just then, Francesca returned from the treatment and approached Andrew with a smile. "Andrew, we're done here. Let's go." "How's Mr. Lincoln?" Andrew asked. Francesca sighed and explained, "His external injuries aren't bad, considering how strong he is physically. But his internal injuries are severe. His throat has fractures—I can't tell if he was attacked by a wild animal or suffered some other brutality." Andrew's expression stiffened as he twitched slightly. Meanwhile, Rodney rolled his eyes, knowing full well who the "wild animal" was. Unfortunately for him, Andrew

Someone came out of the car, and I recognized him as Andrew. "That's Andrew, Lincoln's guard." I made it clear to everyone. "Oh!" The cops muttered. He came out of the car and stared around before walking away in a hidden direction. He seemed to know that he was being monitored. A cop faced me, "You said you know all of Lincoln Lime's properties." I nodded, so unsure because it seemed like I never knew Lincoln, not even for once. He had changed from the person I knew. "Then, you must know of any of his property that's the closest to there." He spoke, pointing at the place where Andrew's car was parked.

Lanka Monroe "You like looking at the wall or what, Andrew?" I ask, walking back into the warm room with a fresh bowl of wash water. Andrew sits up in the big bed. He looks very cold, just like ice. He looks at me, then he closes his eyes big and tight. "I am just thinking about the old days, Lanka." "What old days?" I ask, putting the wood bowl down on the table. "You look like you are seeing ghosts." "I am thinking about how you always run around with Lucian when we are pups," Andrew says, his voice very low and rough. "You never call him by his rank. You two always fight and play in the snow like best friends."

Ayden cursed out angrily while glaring at Lincoln, who chuckled. "So much anger isn't good for your health." Lincoln tsked while rubbing his chin, which was covered with grey stubble. Ayden didn't argue with him as he waited for him to continue. "Anyways, I'm here to ask you something else." Lincoln's voice turned careless as he walked towards the sofa before sitting down with his legs crossed over one another. Ayden's eyes followed his every move. He wanted to punch the bastard senselessly before giving him a slow and painful death.