Lincoln Loud X Lynn Loud Novels & Stories

No violence. I held my breath as I placed my glowing hands over Leo's small body. The light pulse . Leo’s breathing deepened . It was working. Then the pain hit. The black lines didn’t just creep. They were stabbed. Like hot needles digging under my skin, racing up my arms, towards my heart. Kieran’s arm was around me, holding me upright. “Stop. Laila, stop it now!” But I couldn’t. Not yet. Leo was still so fragile.

I can hear Lynn giggling in the background, making me suspicious about what she has heard. "Mark, we should just drive out there so we can find out in person.” Before I can respond, Lincoln takes the phone out of my hand. “You may not want to make that drive. Tia will be pretty busy the next few days.” I can hear a gasp on the line while I groan into my hands. Landon is chuckling at the entire situation. “A…Alpha…..uh….Landon or Lincoln…..I….uh…..I…..” Lynn is a stuttering mess, and Mark is not helping her out of things. I snatch my phone back just to watch Lincoln laugh at me.

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.

Lynn: Your man tells me you're alone & in need of a night out until he can get to you tomorrow Me: Booooooo Lynn: I'll be there in an hour. Put on a flirty dress. We'll go pretend we're loaded at a high-end restaurant downtown Me: Really Lynn? Lynn: Hell yes. He's buying & we have no spending limit. See you in an hour. Me: ...ok Lynn was right on time. It was hard not to laugh when we reached the street, and I saw her dad's Mercedes. "You really are playing this one up, aren't you?"

Damn it. . c.m. louden

At the noisy nightclub, Lynn, with a full face of heavy makeup, was drinking with a group of classmates. "Lynn, you said you're getting married soon. Is it for real this time? Still with the same old Mr. Getson?" asked one of her friends. "I wouldn't tell you if I'm not sure about it, now would I? Yaacob wants to get back together with me and we went on a date just yesterday. He told me after he had enough of a certain promiscuous slut and he felt that I'm the best!" blabbered Lynn.

The air is sticky but the cool shower helped a lot. A loud knocking noise hits my ears. I look around the camp to see where it’s coming from only to see Jericho feeding the campfire, Karter messing with Lynn by twirling her blond hair, and Kehlani sketching in a notebook on the rock that isn’t too far from her RV. Not a soul in sight could be making this obnoxious knocking sound. I notice Lynn also begin to look around with extra annoyance written on her face. What the heck is that?

Luther bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Lane, these are Madam Shannon's orders." Lynn had been forced to suffer in another country because of Yvette and Xavier. Since he finally had a chance to get his revenge, there was no way he would let it go that easily.

Knox muttered. He stepped out into the hallway. Lydia’s room was right beside his. The door looked untouched, lights inside dim. He knocked once. No response. Twice. Still silence. “Told you,” Knox whispered. “She’s asleep.” No. Open the door, Kai insisted. “This is crazy…” Open it. Knox twisted the knob and pushed the door open with a quiet creak. The room greeted him with soft pink hues, delicate decor, and a scent that was uniquely Lydia—lavender, warm pine, and something he couldn't quite place.

She can hear Lynn’s faint excited gasp through the phone; “Wow. it’s pretty serious, isn’t it?”, she asks rhetorically; “Yeah, yeah it is”, “I’m so excited for you Lenny! I’d love to meet him, we can do a double date. Toby and I are planning to go see the knicks play next week. It’ll be fun”, “I’d mention it to him. I’m so damn sleepy, Lynn. I’d see you tomorrow”, she fakes a yawn to solidify her point;