Lincoln Highway Novels & Stories

Sean instructed them urgently before he opened the door and got out, using the car door as a shield. Another bullet sliced through the air toward him. The bullet hit the windshield and worsened the cracks. This Lincoln was custom-made and had bulletproof glass windows as well as a custom-made car body. Otherwise, the windshield and gas tank would have been smashed long ago under the sniper's relentless attack. However, the bullet had revealed the sniper's position. Through the sparks in the air, Sean looked straight at the hilltop in a direction 30 degrees away from them. The hilltop was about 100 feet high. There, a man was holding a heavy Barrett sniper rifle as he took aim at the black Li

He is well built and looks like he gyms a lot. “Nathanial is our intel guy, he can hide anywhere without being seen or scented out. We have lost him for weeks on end and couldn’t find him. He knows how to camouflage and to hide his scent.” He is also very tall with shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes that look straight into your soul. He has tattoos on his left arm that disappear into his shirt. He is well-built and stands around 6’6.

His mood had finally deteriorated as he walked out,all the maids scurried away from his sight as he pass by the sitting room and walked out of the house. His driver came to open the door and he sat himself inside the car and soon the car drove off. "Head to the other subsidiary company at Vista Road!" Lincoln said calmly as he knew what he needed to do at the moment. "Yes sir...." The driver sped off as the tires scratched the tiled ground of the road.

She was beaming, her eyes full of dreams for the future. "Let's have a destination wedding, alright? We'll get married in Southpoint, then have another ceremony in Eastwind. I heard the Lumians are very romantic, too… What about having another ceremony in the Lumian capital of Lumiere? I want to wear lots and lots of beautiful wedding dresses and take all kinds of wedding photos, fill up a whole wall with them…" Zach just looked at her, his eyes emotionless. "Annie's dead."

Keep calling her," Lynn says, his eyes focusing on the road, hands whirling the wheel, increasing the speed After two hit-nerving hours, they enters in Los Angelos city. At the way, they ignored the red traffic signals, the irritating horns of other cars and the angry red eyes of traffic policemen. Lynn continuously accelerated the car and Mahone kept tuning a song by tapping on the dashboard. He parks the car a mile away from their destination building, beside a tree and some wild bushes "Is your buddy Ray here yet?" Mahone gets out from the seat after glancing around the empty area except parked cars

"What are we supposed to do. Knucklehead got his ass caught by a woman. The evidence is already with the cops, dude. How you think we going to get it now?" She heard the sound of a lighter being flicked, followed quickly by the odor of propane and then cigarette smoke. Asshole. It's too dry for that shit. Lainie eased to the edge of the path she followed. Parked between two giant pines, hidden from the main road was a clunker Lincoln, faded puke brown paint with a hard-shell top. The color was enough to ensure they wouldn't be quickly noticed by a speeding car, which worked in the gang members' favor. For now, anyway.

the nurse said as she stood up and bowed her head, making my lips part but get back to my senses afterward. I smiled even if she couldn’t see it and said politely, “it’s okay. You’re not aware of it, so I understand.” “Don Lincoln was ambushed on his way to his house this morning….” “Ambushed?!” “I’m sorry, ma’am if you have to hear this. They told me not to give discreet information about the Lincolns, but you said you’re his son’s wife, so—” “It’s okay. You don’t have to. Thank you, by the way. I need to go,” I said and rushed toward the ICU.

I shift mid-turn and bolt as fast as I can towards the sound. Just a little over a quarter mile out, I see a burgundy red, Lincon Continental, with its long stretched, wide front end, the chrome bumpers glistening in the moonlight, it’s square, box-like exterior a testament to times long past. Right beside the vehicle the round blubbery figure of none other than David Mason heaves in a fit of coughs and beside that, I can make out the tall stance of Jack Morrison.

“We from Chrysant City have given Madam Quint a bullet-proof Lincoln stretch from Uleania. The Lincoln will be Madam Quint’s ride in Riverbank,” a middle-aged man with glasses said smugly. Kaze glanced at the Lincoln stretch not too far away, understanding the value of the car.

"Huh? Decent? It’s beautiful!" I glanced at him briefly before looking back at the vehicle. “The base model of the Lincoln Navigator starts at around $83,000, offering premium comfort and advanced technology... while the top-tier Black Label trim can reach approximately $115,000 or more. Delivering exclusive interior themes, upgraded materials, and the most refined luxury features Lincoln has to offer,” I explained. When I looked at Jethro again, he was staring at me with his mouth slightly open, clearly stunned. "H-How did you even—"