Lincoln Highway Novels & Stories

His stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in well over 24 hours. It was too early for the shops to be open, so he walked down Main Street and reveled in the quiet of the town. Soon enough, it would be bustling with people going to work, and children racing across the streets as they headed to school. Asher soon left the shops behind, and headed out of town. Up ahead was the Lansing House. Old man Lansing had never done much to keep the place up to standard, and Asher frowned at the lone car parked in front of the chain-link fence.

Rafael reached for the truffle sauce. Sidney helped and passed it instead, “Mmm”, he dropped his utensils and took a serviette to wipe his mouth, “I'll try and set up a meeting for you both” Rafael smiled softly and broadly revealing those attractive dimples, “After my trip” “No problem” *** MCCOY ESTATE MANSION GR Motorworks HL Officially: GRM Automotives (Former “Moltara Motorworks Company”) Headquarters in Detroit, United States.

I need to fix things between Hope and me, and then I'll make it right with Cara. CONVENIENCE STORE / CARA'S POV I miss that damn guy. I wanted to talk to him, but my ego was preventing me. I'm glad he helped us today tho. I went to my mom's eatery to deliver her request for smores brownies before I went here to the convenience store. I put the smores brownies in front of the counter for a free taste, and on the other side were the cookies for sale. I am still so thankful for the owner to let me do this. It helped us a lot to be known in the city since different people from the other cities are going here to buy this. Whenever they said that they came from a different city, I always told them

He needs power and money to get revenge on Ethan Reed, who cause his miserable life before. He studied hard, and when he graduated, Mr. Luigi gave him the position of WL foods. But that isn’t enough, so Lincoln made a plan to get rid of the couple, Mr. and Mrs. Webber. When they were on their way for a vacation, Lincoln hired someone to remove the brakes of the car they will be using, so it would look like they got into an accident.

My head still throbbed, and Lincoln didn't need to be told what to do. "I'm linking everyone now." *** We sped out of the city; Pine Valley was two hours away from us by car, and once we were far enough away, we could pull over and shift, cutting the time in half. Lincoln raced down the highway pulling off into a public parking lot. We hadn't spoken a word as we drove here. Both of us, too, worked up over what we were about to do to try and ease the tension we were both feeling. Flint was getting antsy too, and I couldn't blame him.

Did he know who I am? He said, "You shouldn't have had a child with Lily first. Well, now the child is dead." After saying that, he pulled Lilian into his arms. "Lily, don't leave just yet. That baby's eyes are staring at me. It's terrifying. We should just cremate him." "Let's have him cremated. I don't want him frightening you," Lilian said. Lilian smiled indulgently at Kenneth. "Kenneth, hand out the bonuses to the men during the second half of the wedding. I won't be going.

Hours Later. Lily’s Chevrolet Colorado rolled down the quiet road leading to the Glass Penthouse on her way home. The woods stretched endlessly on both sides of the road. The evening sun filtered through the trees, scattering patches of gold across the asphalt. Her fingers rested lazily on the steering wheel as she rounded the final bend. Then the penthouse came into view. And so did the vehicle parked in the driveway. Lily's eyes immediately locked onto it. An ash-colored Range Rover Sport.

She blushes and snickers as Nathan carries her to their room and shuts the door close, unwilling to let her go all night. …. Lincoln is driving along the highway. The road is dark and desolate at that time of the night except for a few trucks which are passing by. His mind is replaying Nathan’s threat and he grips his wheel tightly. The very thought of Nathan and Halsey is sickening him. He’s sure that at that very moment, those two must be busy f*cking each other. Lincoln wants to hit something hard and he steps on the accelerator. It doesn’t matter to him if he breaks the speeding limit but he just wants to kill Nathan.

Cheese’s, motorists dashing across lanes of traffic chasing chardonnays and pinot noirs. “That’s what he said,” Lincoln said. My brother was the matter-of-fact type. He probably didn’t consider that the driver was exaggerating, or that the guy might have decided half our wine was his payment for having to repair his truck.

The trip from Lincoln, Nebraska, to Shenandoah, Iowa, should have taken almost two hours, but with Elliott behind the wheel, it took just over one. Cadence was finally starting to get used to traveling at such ridiculous speeds, and she was wondering if roller coasters might have lost their thrill forever.