Lincoln Loud Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Admirable, huh? Sounds like someone’s got a crush.” I rolled my eyes. “Shut your ass. It wasn’t like that. I just… didn’t want to see her get hurt. She's a woman.” The three of them exchanged knowing looks and started laughing. Clinton shook his head. “Lincoln Varkar. The famous rockstar. The every girl's dream. Taking bullets for mysterious pretty girls. Mom’s gonna love this story.” I smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “Yeah, well… at least it made the day interesting.”

"Lily... We're going to stay here until you wake up. Don't worry about school, your uncle excused us, perks of being a friend of Lily Miracle. We love you, Lily." How can I escape this fucking place? How can I go back? I want to go home. ~~ Third Person’s Point of view It's been a week since the day of Lily's operation. Her body is responding great and today they will transfer her to her private room but still she hasn't woken up yet. "Wake up, Lily." Kevin poked Lily's nose "You are now here in your room." "Lily! Wake up!" Rose said in her cute aegyo

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

“It’s just I watched you two do that stupid dance all through high school, I don’t know if I can do it again. This time I think I might slap one of you. it’s infuriating to watch.” Lincoln pushed past his family and went upstairs and locked himself in his room. He lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His phone dinged and he checked it. It was Sasha, he was in half a mind to delete the text without reading it, but curiosity got the better of him and he opened the text. ‘Have you ever asked Holly who her brat’s dad is?’ He clenched his fist, he knew he shouldn’t respond but he couldn’t suppress his need to defend Holly and her beautiful daughter.

“Brother, how is my little wife doing? It’s his birthday today—“ Lincoln interrupted his words. He is outside the office of Mrs Bridget while looking at Dylan that is typing on the desktop. “Send him in a yahoo mail. I am now allowing you to communicate with him. He likes your child… I bet you need to give me time to make him love the kid before I go,” he said as Luke’s eyes are enlarging while he immediately takes his MacBook and edits his picture in the Eiffel Tower in Paris. “You are pissing me off from your gayness. Hurry up,” Lincoln coldly said on the line while Luke clicks the send. Lincoln notices that Dylan’s eyes are widening when his brother sends it.

Lilly Thursday goes by with only a few minor mistakes such as dropping papers, stumbling into Mr. Storm’s business associate and such. What can I say? I am a clumsy person. None of them seems to be severe enough to earn me another punishment and I’m happy about that because my butt seriously hurt from yesterday's spanking. For lunch I once again go to the deli and flirt with Nate. I remember to exchange phone numbers with him, if any of us should get hold up by something for Friday's date.

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn

My breathing grew slightly shallow at his words as I gripped the pillow tightly, “That's impossible. My husband is not a criminal.” “I'm afraid your husband is a lot much worse than you think, Mrs. Tolliver.” Zayn snarled at me, throwing a bunch of paper on the table. “Go ahead and read them.” I reached for the papers the next second as he continued to speak to me. “Lincoln has been stealing from the pack accounts and he has been into some shady businesses too. Don't tell me you haven't suspected his lavish lifestyle, or were you too caught up in playing the pretty, rich wife?”

Lincoln stuttered. He felt like the world had stopped for a minute. The sound he could only hear was the sound of his loud heartbeat. The baby he had planned to name little Ellie, how he planned to live with his daughter and destroy the contract between him and Ellie so that they could all be together. Everything—his dreams—had all come to an end. Lincoln noticed the awkward silence, and he stuttered. "But... what I'm surprised about is that... The poison belongs to the witches. It can only be found with a witch."

Not because of the power or the position, but because I loved him and he loved me. Lincoln began reading from the book. I turned to look at Ellie, who had a smile on her face. As I turned back to Caspian, my chain fell from my neck. I should have swallowed my pride and gotten it fixed, but now I have to retrieve it. I bent down to pick it up off the ground before Lincoln finished his sentence, which was when I noticed his ugly, old-fashioned brown shoes with a black tip. No, it can’t be Lincoln, he is head of the Wolf Council, I told myself. That was until he shifted his foot, and there it was a gold wolf just about some white letters, Letters that from a distance could look like a ladder.