Lincoln Loud Fanfic Novels & Stories

This fantasy relationship we had will end sooner or later. “Fuck are you doing?!” Lincoln sprung up and, without a second thought, hit Deacon directly in the face. Lincoln's eyes are glaring with anger. "How can you say that?!" Lincoln didn't stop punching Deacon until no blood came out of him. "Say that again, you jerk, and I won't hesitate to beat you until you stop breathing." Deacon, who was lying under Lincoln, who was not resisting his punch. I was just sitting there, dumbfounded by what I was witnessing right now, as Lincoln beat Deacon to death.

I left out all the Lee stuff. I was glad to see Lincoln relax a little. I knew this was going to be a kind of intense conversation. I sat on Lincoln's bed and patted next to me. "Okay. I'm here for whatever you need babe." Lincoln smiled. "I'm so glad you said that." He kissed me abruptly and shoved me down on the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Scar, I need you to have sex with me again." Lincoln whispered. "Please, I just need to."

He knows that I can’t concentrate like this, and if I can’t concentrate, I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. Landon must have mind-linked Lincoln because he starts to do the same thing on my other side. I close my eyes, trying to reel in my arousal even though I know that’s futile. “OK! Goddess, you two aren’t playing fair at all.” Lincoln and Landon remove themselves from my ear and look at me, waiting for me to spill it. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Just know you will be making this up to me. Getting me all hot and bothered for some information….got me messed up.” Lincoln throws his head back and laughs while Landon chuckles.

But Nicole gave Lincoln a cold stare before letting Allen take her away. Lincoln understood what that stare meant. She was telling him not to do anything funny. She was doing that for her friend Rose. As The lovers were having a talk with the guest one after the other, Rose was feeling despondent. She can't stop glancing at Lincoln. Several times their eyes locked and each would pretend not to see the other. She can't define the kind of relationship between Lincoln and that woman who called herself Tyla. Lincoln can't possibly be dating her. This was not the woman she saw Lincoln with the day she came to the hospital. This one is different.

She gently pressed his d*ck into me, and I forced myself to ignore the agony by closing my eyes. He quickly began thrusting in and out of me after pushing his entire length inside me without any constraints. I felt something brush across my neck, and after what felt like minutes, I could feel a scorching feeling in my stomach. Without a doubt, they were Lucius's fans. He nibbled on my neck for a bit before sinking his fangs into the crook. A sharp agony raced through my body, yet the anguish was quickly replaced by delight. I felt a connection growing between us as I gave him the same treatment, and Lucius kept sticking his d*ck in and out of me. Shortly after marking ourselves, we both have

Even as Jenny lay in bed that night, she had her mind set on what the next day would bring. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but she saw nothing of the shadows that lay there whenever the lights were turned off. All she had her mind on was seeing if this Lycan was the one who saved her, the Stranger.

He signed a few autographs and posed for quick selfies with effortless charm, but when his gaze swept across the room and landed on us — specifically on me standing beside Ryder — his expression shifted. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, not just surprise, a tsunami of emotions scattered across his face I couldn't even bring myself to describe. Ryder didn’t even break stride. His hand only pressed a little tighter against my back, a silent, possessive claim as we kept walking. What type of twists is this? My heart slammed against my ribs as Lincoln started walking straight toward us, cutting through the crowd like he owned the entire ballroom. The fans were still calling

Evening had already arrived, and the setting sun rested over the building, casting a fascinating orange glow across its surface. I placed my finger on the scanner and gained access. After I started working at George Corporation, Mr. Lincoln registered my fingerprint about a month after I arrived. He didn’t like the hassle of having to open the door for me every time. His living room was empty. I took the stairs and headed up to his bedroom. “Mr. Lincoln!” I called again. I didn’t want to end up seeing him in an awkward position. It had happened a couple of times before, but I guessed it changed nothing for Mr. Lincoln. He didn’t see me as a compatible female anyway.

I wonder what it would feel like if he rubbed his face against my inner thigh. As if he knows I'm fantasizing about his mouth a hair's breadth away from my wetness, he looks up, and I'm caught staring at him. He smiles, and it actually reaches his eyes. I was right about the breath and the sense. Add to that list wobbly knees. Lincoln follows his brother's gaze. “Miss Marcella! You're back!” He struggles to his feet, all gangly limbs and braces. The smile on Linc's face lights up the entire room, and my heart skips a beat.

They sounded like they were trying to be quiet, but their anger was getting the better of them. “Send her back!” She heard one of them yell. Now her curiosity was piqued! Send who back? Where they talking about her? She slowly moved closer to the source of the voices, eager to overhear what the argument was about. Kira chose that moment to interfere. “Oooh girl! You’re gonna get us in trouble! Stop trying to spy on conversations that aren’t our business! Have you forgotten that we’re surrounded by blood thirsty Lycans?!”