Duke Dennis Abraham Lincoln Novels & Stories

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.

At that moment, Zac’s phone lit up on the table. She hesitated, then picked it up. It was a message from Chase: “Mr. Lincoln, the man who had dinner with Ms. Smith last night is named Ethan Xander. I’ve sent his full profile to your inbox.”

"My reason for the inimical action is because Davon is a foreign drug lord ruling this country. He is powerful enough to rival our mafia. I cannot reassure your safety! Do you understand what I am talking about, Luke and Connor?" The two nod accordingly, not to dismay their brother. They all understand why Lincoln is harsh. "It's because I want to protect you all. Paul has a deep root from the side of Davon because I saw him before with him." Inside the penthouse is freezing for Connor's body. "Do you cherish Paul that much?" The body of the CEO turns alive when hearing it from Lincoln. Even Luke is startled when he inquired. Connor loves Paul because he is the only one by his side—Lincoln n

The Masseys were bold enough to say they would kill Lincoln, but they were really biting off more than they could chew. Lincoln was no longer the wealthiest man in the Two Lakes area, but he was still very powerful. He was also working for Caspian, which meant that he was more confident. "Mr. Lynch …" Kevin started nervously. "You can go back now. Remember what we discussed just now, on what you should or shouldn't do. If you don't …" Caspian looked at Kevin sharply.

Lincoln enters Daniel’s chamber only to find a red haired man sitting on a couch, reading a catalog. Daniel isn’t there but the man looks up to meet Lincoln’s eye. “Who are you?” Lincoln asks. “A patient.” “Sort of. I’m Damien Salvez.” Damien holds out his hand for Lincoln to shake. Lincoln recognizes the surname. Salvez…this must be Salvez’s son and one of Daniel’s old patients. “I’m Lincoln Wright- I mean, Lincoln Jacobs,” Lincoln says. He almost calls himself ‘Lincoln Wright’ but corrects it midway. It’s an old habit.

They could not carry out his orders if they were not in good health, after all; Duke Albrecht may have treated them as disposable cannon fodder, but for as long as they were alive, they had been - in a twisted way - like valuable collectibles, to him. As soon as they arrive, a petite woman bounds up to them, features brightening. “Lincoln!” she greets, smiling. “Don’t tell me you need to get patched up again,” she says. Lincoln laughs, and Stella stares, a bit, at the bright, bell-like sound of it. She’s never heard anything so cheerful, on someone so… Lethal. “Not me, but our little guest,” Lincoln says, gesturing to Stella. When the woman turns her eyes to her, Stella draws back, ever so s

He then turned and greeted Jedidiah, “A good day to you, Mr. Jedidiah.” Lastly, he fixed his gaze on James with a look of disdain. “All these years, Mr. Jedidiah has been nourishing his body based on my remedies. Although he’s over eighty years of age, he’s still in good health. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lives for another twenty years.” “Exactly, Dr. Lincoln’s a member of the Doctor’s Association in Cansington and was an attending physician of a large hospital. If it wasn’t for our connections, we wouldn’t have been able to get him here.”

“You know it. And you like it. And you're sweet, just like pudding. Also, I gave you that name because pudding was so special to me, so.” “I don't know, Ethan.” “Alright, what about me do you find special?” Lincoln shrugged, “I don't know, everything?” “Aww, that's so cute. But you gotta be specific.” “I don't know, your dick?” Ethan burst out laughing, “My dick?” “Yes, of course,” Lincoln smiled sheepishly, blushing as red as a tomato, “It's gigantic. Magnificent. And beautiful. And also, it takes me to heaven and back. So, yeah. Your dick.”

Then he leaned over and signed his signature on all of them. “You are now as powerful as me, and not because of my name.” Mr. Ford uttered with pride in his eyes. “I should take my leave.” Lawyer Lincoln said as he stood to his feet. After gathering all the papers, he left the study and gently shut the door behind him. “Do you know the Johnsons?” Rome asked out of curiosity. “The who?” Mr. Ford asked. “The Johnsons. They have a son named Dash Johnson.” “That name doesn't ring a bell.”

Lincoln said. "That's very hard to do," I added again. "Then, I guess I would have to kill Henry then," Lincoln said. "Please don't kill him, am begging you," I said and Jake was speechless. Jake was surprised at what kind of wicked man Lincoln was. He knew that. So far he hadn't met such a kind of mind in his life before and was very amazed at which everything that happened and why he behaved in such a way.