Lincoln Loud Fanfic Novels & Stories

"About everything, you're fucking wrong about everything. And the fact that you lied to your mate about Ivan is even more fucked up. I had to cover your ass. For a guy who can see the future, you're pretty fucking naive." "Fuck you." I snapped. "Fuck you," Lincoln shouted back. I stood up from my seat, the kitchen chair falling back onto the floor. I moved too fast for him to react, grabbing the front of his shirt and slamming him into the wall. "Keep pushing me, Lincoln, and you will get what's coming your way." I snarled. Lincoln's stared me right in the eyes letting out a raspy chuckle. "You've already pissed on your own happiness. What're another few points added to your quickly darkenin

I boldly said and I could see the shock on his face as if he couldn't believe what he just heard from me. "Y-You're mad, you've been waiting for your mate for so long and you're going to reject her just because she's a rogue?" I can't help but feel slightly annoyed with Lincoln because he's been trying to argue with me ever since in that council meeting. I can't help but wish that Lincoln never grows up because he always agreed with me all the time when we were still a child, as much as I'm proud of him for having these stands in life, it also annoys me to the bones.

"Lincoln is just playing the hard guy game." Oh! So Lincoln is his name, huh? "He isn't..." The Lincoln guy cut Hardie short. "I'm not playing hard to get, I'm always like this. I just don't like girls who talks a lot, you know that." "Pfft..." Hardie hissed. The rest of the ride was in total, no, its awkward silence. Lincoln stopped before the restaurant and I hopped down. "Thanks for the ride." I smiled. "Be a good girl at work." With that, Lincoln drove off.

With that, he eased back instantly, grabbing hold of his alcohol. Pinkerbell licked her lips, dragging her tongue seductively around her lips, sighing. His friends couldn't help but chuckle as they pushed their chairs aside, standing up instantly. "Bro. Let's go have some fun down the stage," Lincoln suggested, grabbing his woman for the night by the waist. He pulled her to his chest. "And you baby girl. You're coming with me." He lowered down, capturing her succulent lips. He held her hand and started walking.

An angry knock pounded against the door, and then it nearly burst free from the hinges as Lincoln exploded through as if he was ready to tear someone apart. "What the hell!" he roared. "Dani, I thought you'd been kidnapped or something. I texted. I called three times. I had to look for the damn hide-a-key. It freaked me out! Don't ever-" He stopped yelling and glanced at Zane then without a word stalked toward him. "Saint?" He said it like a growl, his fists clenched tightly. Zane looked up over his coffee cup and smirked. "Mother." The next thing I knew, the coffee cup shattered against the counter as Lincoln punched Zane in the face. Twice.

As silly ideas of what he was going to do to Quinn on the day they were going to complete the mating process filled his mind. “Gosh! When did I become this naughty” He smacked his head before finally walking into the bathroom. *** Quinn opened her eyes slowly, then yawned. She tried getting up but felt a strong arm wrapped around her possessively. She quickly looked at the owner of the arms only to see Lincoln sleeping peacefully. On seeing Lincoln, images from the scene before she suddenly slept off clouded her mind. “Lincoln actually marked me based on my permission” She bites her lip on looking down at her shoulder.

Shun sensed that something was wrong, so he quietly excused himself. He went to the kitchen to give the three privacy. It seems like Lincoln doesn’t want him to hear what his parents are saying, so he volunteered to go. He doesn’t understand what they are talking about, but he thought that he was not in a position to ask Lincoln about it. They’re just pretending to be in a relationship anyway. “Sheen?” Shun was startled when Lincoln entered the kitchen. Lincoln followed him. “Eh? I thought you were talking about something…” Lincoln didn’t answer and just smiled weakly. This smile was in mixed bitterness and sadness.

I placed a finger on her lips to stop her from talking. When she stared at me in hesitation, I added, “Did you not know how infamously arrogant and cruel I was? Were you not aware that Lycans are a cruel species and I, the youngest one, was the most brutal of them all? Did that stop you from loving me? Despite knowing my parentage and lineage?” I asked, and she shook her head.

Lilly Thursday goes by with only a few minor mistakes such as dropping papers, stumbling into Mr. Storm’s business associate and such. What can I say? I am a clumsy person. None of them seems to be severe enough to earn me another punishment and I’m happy about that because my butt seriously hurt from yesterday's spanking. For lunch I once again go to the deli and flirt with Nate. I remember to exchange phone numbers with him, if any of us should get hold up by something for Friday's date.

It had been years, but nothing had really changed. I pushed open the door to Lightning’s office and stepped inside. The room was just as I remembered: dark, cluttered, and filled with the scent of leather and tobacco. Lightning followed me in, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyed me warily. “Alright, Lily,” he said. “Start talking. What kind of trouble are you in?”