Lincoln Loud Fic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Deric stumbles to the ground, his face twisting in pain. He barely gets a curse out. "Son of a—" "Complete that statement," Lincoln’s voice cuts in smoothly, "and I promise you won’t like the outcome." His tone is effortless. Calm. Like he’s discussing stocks over morning coffee, not staring down my ex-husband with a stare cold enough to freeze over hell. Deric lets out a harsh laugh, but Lincoln doesn’t hesitate. His foot connects with Deric’s ribs in a single, merciless kick, sending him sprawling backward.

“I will not.” The three of them held that space a triangle of vows. The Living City answered to the tenderness between them in the way it always had: not with thunder but with bloom. Where they stood, the grass brightened; a thin shoot pushed up through a crack in the river rock, unfurling a single, white flower that trembled in the morning light. Ignatius’s eyes found the bloom. For the first time in months, he laughed a short, incredulous sound that carried the weight of surprise and a little relief. “Even the world is tired of our quarrel,” he said.

Linc says softly from beside me, his voice low. I focus on his voice, latch onto it like it’s the only solid thing in the room. “It’s too loud, and too bright,” I moan, trying to raise my hand to cover my eyes, but someone has hold of my arm. I try to pull it back, but it barely responds, heavy and useless under the persons grip. I wince as there’s a sharp pricking sensation at my elbow, and I flinch back. “Hey, he’s conscious. Can you fucking ask consent before you grab him and jab needles into him?” Lincoln growls at someone.

Startled, Vicky was about to resist when she heard a low voice whispering into her ear. "Vicky, it's me." Vicky recognized the voice and was slightly taken aback. "Lincoln?" she whispered. "What are you doing here?" "I have something to discuss with you." Lincoln motioned for her to enter the fitting room. Vicky looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so she took the coat and entered the fitting room before turning to look at Lincoln, who was wearing a mask and a hat. "Did something happen? Are we unable to leave the day after tomorrow?" she asked.

I took a hit and watched as he clenched and unclenched his fist then shook it in the air. I typed out a text then nudged him with my foot. He glanced at his phone and smiled. Dani: WTH was that? "That? That was life." And what? In life you were allowed to punch people at six in the morning? Dani: Are you guys friends? Lincoln snorted and took a long sip of coffee, his eyes piercing as he stared me down. "We're... amicable." Big word. It sucked that he had to miss out on all my lovely sarcasm just because I couldn't say it out loud, though I was sure the eye rolling and scowling was helpful.

The man asked in a slow voice, his eyes still on Lincoln's. Before Lincoln could answer, he stuck his two fingers in, making Lincoln flinch at the onslaught of ecstasy. “Don't worry,” He continued, putting in another finger, “I'll take care of you.” Lincoln nodded at his reassuring voice. He removed his hand, lifted Lincoln as though he weighed nothing and then… slowly but surely he rammed his cock into Lincoln's ass. Lincoln jerked, biting his lower lip, his fingers digging into the man's broad shoulders. The man let out a slow moan as Lincoln's tight hole gripped his shaft.

I replied to Lincoln. "No, this is a perfect spot to talk, Michael. There are a lot of people inside the store so it will be difficult for Fabian to focus and eavesdrop on our conversation today. Knowing his temper, he'll give up eavesdropping because of too much noises in this store." Lincoln said with a smug face as if he had just said something mind-blowing to me. I just nodded at him because he has a point about Fabian's temper.

“You seem to be very casual with it, are you hearing that a lot?” Shun forced a smile and turned to Lincoln. Instead of answering his question, he instead asked, “Are you trying to flirt with me?” Lincoln shrugged and then turned to completely face him. He placed his left elbow at the bar counter and placed his cheek onto his palm while staring at Shun with an amused expression. “What do you think?” Shun was stupefied he can’t answer for a moment. Lincoln stared at him with his burning gaze and Shun felt suffocated.

He asked, not understanding exactly what he was saying. "I mean the evidence of your hard work is showing its results in my sister.." Lincoln said and started laughing. Allen smiled. Lincoln's laughter is contagious. Lincoln saw Allen was still lost and he said "Nicole is pregnant but it's still very early" Allen was surprised and wanted to ask Lincoln a question when Nicole returned. "How is he now?" Lincoln asked, looking at Nicole intently. "He was almost dozing off before we arrived in his bedroom. I hope this works for him this time. He is such a nice guy.." Nicole stated.

Calix did not know what to say anymore. “Calix, why do you apologize to him? She hit me!” still screaming, Lindsay was not having it. Calix had almost run out of his patience. He had never regretted taking her out as much as he had that day. He gnashed his teeth and said, “Bitch shut your damn mouth! This is Mr. Lincoln, from Lincoln Group. The richest man in this country!” “What?” Lindsay finally came back to her senses. She looked at Fredrick in disbelief as if she had seen some monster.