Novel & Cerita Lincoln Loud X Verosika Mayday

Halsey hears a thud and spins around to find that Lincoln has blacked out! “Lincoln!” She gasps. Several people crowd around him, murmuring to themselves. Halsey swoops down to hear his breathing. Thankfully, he’s still breathing. Someone from the crowd comes forward. He’s the club’s on-duty doctor and he checks Lincoln’s palm. Then he checks the pupils and leans closer to take a whiff off of Lincoln’s mouth. “It seems that someone’s been roofied,” the doctor announces. “Roofied?” Halsey gasps. “But how…”

The ice age River used consumes power source and drains the power of whom it is directed to) VERA: Do you need me to supply you powers from my power source to help you recover quick? LISA: No, I'll drain too much from you. MAYA: (stormed in) What us the meaning of all these? VERA: (bowed) My lady MAYA: Out! Now! (Vera bowed again and exited the room) LISA: Why are you causing a scene? MAYA: What did you risk your life for?

what did you say to Soraia? -Nothing - she lied. -Don't lie to me," shouted Maya as she threw Veronica to the ground where she had hit her head against the wall. -If you want to stay in one piece, Veronica, I advise you to tell me what you said to that bitch," she threatened as she pointed her finger, and poor Veronica even got up from the floor, but when Maya made any attempt to approach her, she fell again. -Nothing she didn't already know- she thought she had lied, after all there are few who know that Soraia can read the soul of anyone she wants.

Lium caught Verosha’s attention. “Hm, check it.” Verosha glances over at the answering machine beside her phone. Lium nodded and pressed the red blinking button. ‘Lady Vero, this is Dr. Nicholson and I have bad news…’

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.

Lincoln POV The hum of the tires against the ground was the only sound in the car. Beside me, Maya was a ghost of the girl I used to know. She sat pressed against the door, her forehead resting against the glass as she watched the world she knew blur and dissolve around her. She was silent, her breathing so shallow I might have thought she’d stopped entirely if it weren’t for the occasional fog she left on the window.

The following is the sound of Lina's gibberish moans that turned Lincoln on and made him go crazy as he raised her leg and continued hitting her sweet spot with his dick. “I’m Cumming… Fucking good…” She yelled as he continued slamming into her hot hole then she stiffened, and trembled so badly. “Mmhm~ Lincoln!” She gasped in satisfaction and then reached out to bite his neck so deeply and this movement caused Lincoln to stiffen from the pain. The pain mixed with pleasure attacked his brain then down to his whole body and his dick as he shot it out. His eyes grew wide as he let out loud groans… “Fuck! Shit! Argh… Mama~”

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Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.