Lincoln Loud House Novels & Stories

He questioned. "So...Sorry Sir, someone just crossed the road".Lincoln explained in a frightened and Confusing voice. "Watch the road". He did not yell at him or blame unlike so much. It was only when the man's cold voice sounded that Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief. Lydia sat up with her hand over her head, her eyes bright as she looked at Clitton sitting upright and cool. Even if it hurts more, she keeps smiling all the time. Clinton looked at her smile and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Because Lincolns phone was dead, he didn’t get any of the messages his family had sent him last night, or this morning. If he had, he would have left Holly and Eve at home. Holly, Lincoln and Eve pulled up at his parents’ house. Holly got Eve from the back seat and they were about half way up to the house when the front door flung open. Holly and Lincoln froze in shock, Sasha burst out the door. “Sasha, what are you doing here? “Lincoln finally stuttered; he was both surprised and angered to see her.

Probably a lot of unspoken WTFs. Just then, a masculine voice booms from the entrance of the drawing room where we’re all gathered. “Did I just hear that Lincoln Sawyer got married?” Lincoln’s head snaps to the doorway, his brows furrowing, and his jaw ticks like a bomb about to go off. “What are you doing here?”

He needs power and money to get revenge on Ethan Reed, who cause his miserable life before. He studied hard, and when he graduated, Mr. Luigi gave him the position of WL foods. But that isn’t enough, so Lincoln made a plan to get rid of the couple, Mr. and Mrs. Webber. When they were on their way for a vacation, Lincoln hired someone to remove the brakes of the car they will be using, so it would look like they got into an accident.

He was probably squatting for too long and due to the sudden movement, he banged his head on the TV cabinet, grimacing in pain. Facing Lucy, he exclaimed, "Don't walk around without making a sound in the middle of the night!" "Are you kidding me? This is my house. You're the one sneaking around and going through my things?" Lucy glared at him. "Besides, who knows if you're here to steal something while the lights are off?" Lincoln felt she had a point and he was indeed at fault. However, he didn't want to back down and raised his chin. "I didn't turn on the lights because I didn't want to wake you up," he said.

“Your insult game is next level, Linc. Muppets, doofuses . . .” Lincoln turned and lunged for me. I ran to the house, shrieking with laughter as he followed, reminding me that he had three brothers and knew how to tickle me until I apologized. I gave good chase, mentally patting myself on the back for bringing the humor back. Neither of us was awkward as long as we kept things light. I reached the house first and jumped over the broken step just as his phone rang again. He growled behind me, answering it quickly.

Lincoln replied calmly as he bit his small lower lip, cursing himself for the hundreds of lies he had told to his wife since yesterday. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit. "Oh okay, that's alright! Are you home yet??" West asked as she moved over to the far end of the lobby, her voice was calm and low. "You haven't returned home?? How long is the party going to take??" Lincoln asked instead with a frown while gazing at his wristwatch. It was almost 10:30 pm and West was still out. "Umm will be going back soon, just wanted to clean some stuff after the party and then head home, I will be leaving before 11 pm"

What the fuck! I park out front, trying to control my panic. "She's fine! Everything is fine!" I lie to myself, rushing up the steps to my front door. I can see the clouds, and they are about to explode in a downpour at any moment. I unlock the front door quickly and push into my house, and my heart sinks to my toes. Lincoln is on the floor, with a knot on the back of his head. Blood is leaking onto my hardwood. "Oh God!" I gasp. This is not a good sign at all.

A loud click from the door let us know that it locked behind us. Lincoln's back was to us as he worked on his computer, switching up the timestamps on the video we just fabricated. Then, finally, he hit a key on his keyboard and leaned back into his chair. His blonde hair cut short, and his tattooed arms curled behind his head as he spun around to face us. "My Goddess, what the fuck happened to you?" He asked John as he looked at him in horror. "I mean, I know what happened, and well, I could see how ugly you were in the video footage, but damn, it didn't do justice. You are one ugly son of a bitch."

I was already anticipating the earful I was going to get if he had truly lost his shit, like Mady had said. A few minutes later we pulled into a driveway where several other cars were parked. Luca drove up to park next to the large brick house that sat far off the road. With rose bushes in the garden and petunias in the window boxes, it looked more like a residence than it did a workplace. After Luca had parked his truck, I followed him inside the house through the empty garage. As soon as we walked inside, we were met by Bates, Blaine and Lincoln. Lincoln reached out to me, holding a phone and a small piece of equipment.