Novel & Cerita Lincoln Loud Fanfiction

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.

I don't know how it was possible, but I was both extremely horny and in tremendous pain at the same time. I'll never complain about my period again. I eventually hung up on Luka, since hearing his voice trying to sooth me only made me hornier, which only made Lincoln seem more and more uncomfortable. He sped through the trees, making the wind whoosh pass my face in a complete high rush. I brought up the window a little, which was a mistake for both of us. "Bring it back down please. Your scent only gets stronger and the open window is helping me stay in control right now" Lincoln said in a pained tone.

I insist before patting Lobo on the arm and heading to the back of the car. I hustle to get Clara settled in before heading to my bedroom to read the letter alone. - “Alpha Onyx, this will most certainly be the most unorthodox thing I will do this year, but here it goes. I found your scent on the paperwork during our meeting this morning. From there, I have been mentally spiraling out of control, trying to keep a cool head around my family. Here, it is against the law to be mated with a Lycan. Then I received your shirt, which I am wearing right now. I made some decisions. After recent events, I am ready to leave my pack if that is what it takes. You may or may not reject me, and I would und

The sound of liliana's high pitched voice broke me out of my reverie I frowned "you can drop the act Liliana. Jacobi is gone" She giggled "you're so funny Claire" she moved towards the kitchen aisle and sat comfortably on it "is Kayden asleep? I would love to spend time with him, he is the future king after all" I snorted "you don't like me and I don't like you and that is very clear. No need to fake it when there's no one around. It's kind of irritating Liliana" "Why are you being mean to me Claire. I thought we were friends now"

The only one who seemed reasonable was my father-in-law, Steven Lincoln, who scolded Sally lightly before helping me and Mia to our feet. I barely had time to thank him before he gave me a kind smile and said, “I’ve seen everything you’ve done for this family over the years. Now it’s time for you to show one last act of devotion to James.” A sense of unease washed over me. I pulled my hand back and cautiously asked, “What do you mean?” He produced a pen and a piece of paper, holding them out to me. “James only has one son, Charlie. The family name can’t end here. I hope you’ll give up your share of the inheritance and the house to support his widow and child.”

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

I nodded slowly, and Nancy and Lisa shrieked joyfully, hugging each other. "Congratulations, Luna," Elena said above the other two screams. Lisa turned to me and took my hands. "Congratulations. How do you feel?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Just feeling fine." "Any morning sickness?" Nancy asked. "No." "Wow, lucky you. I will give you an herb for your morning sickness if it happens, don’t worry," Lisa said. “What?” Nancy exclaimed suddenly, her eyes wide; someone must have just mind-linked her. She looked at her, fear written in her eyes. Before we could ask her what was wrong, the door opened, and Red, along with three other guards, came in.

“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.

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.

At the end of his statement, Lincoln grinned as he turned the steering wheel to the right as he drove into a small lane. West burst out in laughter at that "You were behaving like a pervert that night so I had to follow up with the charade" She smiled calmly when she thought of the night Her father had disowned her and driven her out of the mansion because she revealed the truth behind Shawn and Erica's relationship and found out she was just a tool to extort money. She was downcast and sad that evening when Lincoln's car had driven close to her and kept trailing her from behind like a perv.