Lincoln Loud Fanfic Novels & Stories

“It’s someone else.” My money was on that fucker Lucius. I didn’t give a fuck what Alistair had said about him. I didn’t trust him. “You don’t want it to be Lincoln because he was your father’s friend,” Will sighed, placing the file on my desk. “That’s not the only reason, Will,” I said as I started fixing the cufflinks on my sleeves. “Lincoln is harmless. He doesn’t have the resources to do something like this.” Will sighed and shook his head at me.

She pauses, her chest heaving, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Fuck. That’s not what I want. I stand, needing to go to her, but Lincoln gets there first. He crosses the room and folds her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. “Maybe you two should go and get some more air,” he says. And even though I’ve barely said anything since coming back in, I know he means me and Max. were the ones not ok with this, not Xander and Lincoln. Thor snarls at me, and I wince.

Lincoln just stands there, counting the minutes before he's back into his space. He always dresses in black, always on headphones, or skims through books. Anything to keep him distracted from reality. I've only seen him smile on a few occasions, and that was with his brothers. With any other Lycan, Lincoln always has a scowl. His biggest flaw should be his anger issues. He always loses his cool over the smallest things. So yeah, gotta be careful with your words when dealing with Lincoln. He might just rip you apart. “Emily!“ My head snaps up and I find Mr. Hawkins' gaze on me, “Something wrong?“

“I'll do anything you want, just let my mate go.” “Your mate?” Lincoln's eyes widened a fraction before he released a loud laughter in the air, bus eyes bloodshot with rage. “It all makes sense now.... everything makes sense! I knew something was going on between the two of you but I never expected you two to be a mated couple.” I remained silent and studied my mate's face, watching for any signs of discomfort. I knew I could attempt to reach her through the mating bond but then, Lincoln would surely sense it and that would ruin any hope of launching a sneak attack on him.

she said, her eyes bloodshot red, "...Lycan King Angus Lincoln as my mate!" ~~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers, Kindly drop your reviews and give your precious votes if you are enjoying the story. Thanks!

She sliced with the coldest voice I’d ever heard come from her lips, and the panic on Lincoln’s face seemed more evident. He stopped in front of her and hesitated before speaking, and what he said inadvertently froze my blood. “Look, I apologize for yelling at you last night, I wasn’t myself. I had a nightmare that sent me back to a place I never wanted to ever return. I hardly slept a wink after that.” Lydia shot me a murderous look, and every cell in my body told me that Lincoln and I had the same dream and that Lydia most liked heard him call my name in his sleep. That’s why she came here today. She crossed her arms and looked away.

he said “Get this done immediately,I need to be her knight in shinning armor.” The phone beeped,showing that he ended the call. “Son of a bitch!”Lincoln fist clenched in anger,he wince a little from the pain he inflicted on his palm earlier. “What Game is he playing? How on earth does he think he can order us around?”Chloe isn't having this as she's someone with less patient. Linc was quite for some minute,his brain has refused to think as his frustrations pilled up beyond words. “there's something behind him marrying Emma.. I can't let her marry him.”

The Ricci Family would move in and swallow our East Coast operations while we were busy bleeding out. Lincoln picked Vivian. Vivian had been envious of me for twenty years. Lincoln had been chasing her for years and knew the shape of what was inside her. All he did was take the fire that was already burning, and pour a can of gas on it. Lincoln got to the end. His forehead was streaming sweat, and he was begging for his life on repeat. Adrian hadn’t said a word. He took out the magazine, slid it back in slow, and chambered a round.

His relentless work ethic, clocking in 20 hours a day while neglecting sleep and isolating himself in his room, spoke volumes about the turmoil within him. Certainly, Lincoln was sensitive to the pain residing in Liam's heart. As a result, the prospect of witnessing Liam compromise his standing in Lana's eyes amidst the heat of the moment became too much for Lincoln to bear. "Lincoln, hold off for a moment. Let him have his say. I'm genuinely curious about the image he's conjuring up of me in his mind," Lana suddenly said. "Oh, please. It's not as if you still occupy a significant place in my thoughts." Liam chuckled, finding it hard to suppress his amusement.