Lincoln Clay Novels & Stories

--- “Clay. Clay Phineas Johnson” ‘What the actual fuck!’ I stunned and dropped my utensils when that name was mentioned. 'Of all the men in the world, why is it have to be him!' Clay e Johnson, huh? Now I just heard the name of Xiera's stupid-cheating-jerk-ex again.

After Clint entered the door, he quickly walked over to Hoyt and stretched out his hand respectfully with a smile on his face. “Hoyt, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” Hoyt smiled and stood up. At the same time, Clint’s gaze naturally fell on the young man beside Hoyt. He asked, “This is?” “This is the founder of the Uppercreek Chamber of Commerce, Young Master Philip Clarke,” Hoyt introduced with a smile on his face. Young Master Philip Clarke? Clint’s heart trembled even more. He did not expect to meet the founder of the Uppercreek Chamber of Commerce, and by the looks of it, he was very young!

The woman that Lincoln tried to subdue was at least several inches taller than me. “You don’t think it’s worth mentioning that your husband left you to drown for his mistress?” Lincoln was panicked but more so he was furious. He wanted justice. He wanted clarity. As an attorney, he thrived to have every detail sorted through a fine toothed comb and organized to a tee but that character trait seemed even more heightened in this instance - it was personal. This wasn’t business.

If it weren't for Lincoln's influence, Frank wouldn't have been able to amass so many resources and become the wealthiest person in County Town. While one might think Lincoln was wronged, that wasn't the case. Moreover, Caspian wasn't stripping away his assets but merely offering him an opportunity by suggesting he invest in Southlake Corporation. "Ms. Stewart, I accept all of Mr. Lynch's decisions. It's my honor to invest in Southlake Corporation," Lincoln said and forced a smile. "This …" Willow was momentarily speechless and somewhat bewildered. Lincoln was actually smiling and thanking Caspian. This was utterly insane.

I asked just to be sure. "Clay Newton is from Hayland in the east. He has brown hair and weird-looking eyes. Greyish blue of some sort. I have never seen the colour before. He is also polite but has a sly attitude. Donald wants to challenge the right of Clay to challenge him in the south, but Clay claims his mother is from the south and his father is the one from Hayland. His story checks out, but the issue of the silver effect fight is also a problem." Devin explained to me, and I was just as confused as he was.

“He doesn’t look familiar, where do you think he is from?” The members kept whispering to each other and also paying attention so they won't be noticed by their alpha. *** Lincoln had to rush home and give his wife the pickles she asked, for after he was done satisfying his wife and unborn baby’s needs. He hurried back to the office as he had some work. He walked to his office and sat on his chair with a huge sigh, when will this be over? “You are back?” Chloe walked in, she held her bag ready to resign for today.

CLAIRE VON SINCLAIR I KEPT LINCOLN entertained during the drive to the hospital, even though I often caught him sneaking a peek and glance at Alek. He was intrigued and I knew it. We got to the hospital without any incident. Alek got out first and looked around before extending a hand into the car. He helped Lincoln out and then helped me out. "This is too dangerous for a child," He muttered as I came out. "Anything can happen. It is not even safe for you."

“After Lucas and Grant defeated me in that bid, I looked deeper into your background. Your work caught my attention—it had the same style, the same brilliance as our father’s. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But the more I dug, the more everything pointed to you.” I blinked. “You said Clarke and Grant worked for you, can you tell me more about it?" Lincoln shook his head. “Not entirely. I paid Clarke once to help me sabotage Richard, but I never imagined she was already scheming from the inside with Grant. Their personal vendetta wasn’t part of my plan.” I nodded slowly, piecing everything together. Lincoln’s world was far more complicated than I had imagined.

Wren stands next to me, holding a small shovel we’d had engraved with “IVANOV-VANCE-HARRIS DESIGN SCHOOL—BUILT ON TRUTH.” Lincoln is in the front row, standing next to his grandmother—an older woman with kind eyes who shakes my hand and says, “Clara was the best teacher I ever had. You’re doing her proud.” I look across the crowd and see Leander, standing a few feet back, talking to Maria and the other weavers. He catches my eye and nods—no words needed.

Came the cold voice that rang out in the conference room just as Lincoln had sat down with West. That was Conan Harvey, The former President of Harvey Groups..... Lincoln's Father.