Lincoln Shepard Novels & Stories

The same man who’s infatuated with her. And this made things a bit more difficult because this no longer a concerned friend. Lincoln had taken the position of her caregiver, her companion and more importantly, her legal aid and advisor. Anything said in that room is good as an open confession and that puts me in a very dangerous and precarious place - meaning I must be cautious about how I decide to hand this.

I tsk, shaking my head as I lean in closer, venom coating every word like poison. "If it were up to me, Vivian… I’d cut off every one of your fingers, crush every damn bone in your pathetic body, and leave you bleeding in the streets like the trash you are." My gaze darkens, sharp enough to slice skin. "Now. Talk." "Lincoln is a-alive," she whimpers. A breath of relief punches through me. My knees almost buckle. I wasn’t fighting a losing battle after all. "Thompson and Lisa… all of them… they’re in Oakwood. Ten miles west from h-here."

One officer stepped forward, removing the cuffs from her wrists. “Your lawyer is waiting outside.” His tone was flat and cold. If she weren’t pregnant, there would have been no bail at all for orchestrating a car accident and kidnapping. Relief swept through her, her face lighting up. She hurried to her feet and rushed out. Of course Zac wouldn’t abandon her and the baby. Outside the room, a lawyer with a briefcase stepped up. “Ms. Spencer, Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you at the door.” “Alright.”

In an open space in the wood, were Quinn, Zayne, Liam, a few important pack members, and Lincoln who was lying on a mat dressed in a white robe. Mere looking at his face, you could end up throwing, as it was pale with deep cuts. His mouth was whitish with cracks. Quinn, who was still putting on a white cloth but a gown, knelt on the mat, her gaze was fixed on the lifeless Lincoln. “He doesn't look as though he would wake up

He’s feeling reluctant to continue this, but remembering Shaine in the hospital, lying there, unconscious—that made him choose nothing but this deal. Shaine needs surgery. He needs money. He can’t rely on other people about this, especially that— “Sheen?” Shun jolted and snapped back to reality when a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Yes?” Lincoln pretended to be hurt. “You’re not listening to me anymore. I’m telling you how you confessed to me.” What the— Shun doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “I’m sorry I’m thinking about something else.” Lincoln was about to say something again when his phone rang. Lincoln looked up at him with an apologetic face. “Sorry, I’ll just answer this.”

Something isn’t right. His phone rings. It’s his dad. “Dad,” he says, answering the phone. “Halsey-” “Lincoln, what did you do?” Daniel snarls at the other end. “Did you help with a surgery recently?” Lincoln freezes, unable to articulate his words. Yes, he recently assisted in an organ donation surgery. It was for a liver transplant of a small child and the Chief of General Surgery was in charge. However, a few days ago, one man approached Lincoln. The man turned out to be a powerful politician whose son needed a liver transplant. He told Lincoln to sabotage the surgery so that his son can get the liver instead. Lincoln was hesitant but the politician offered him a good deal of money.

Sophie let out a small “oh” and said, “Looks like Mr. Gibson is still focused on immediate profits.” She stirred her coffee, then suddenly remembered something. “By the way, did you see the news about the Lincoln family?” Miranda nodded. “I did. Leo’s father was hospitalized with a serious illness.”

the nurse said as she stood up and bowed her head, making my lips part but get back to my senses afterward. I smiled even if she couldn’t see it and said politely, “it’s okay. You’re not aware of it, so I understand.” “Don Lincoln was ambushed on his way to his house this morning….” “Ambushed?!” “I’m sorry, ma’am if you have to hear this. They told me not to give discreet information about the Lincolns, but you said you’re his son’s wife, so—” “It’s okay. You don’t have to. Thank you, by the way. I need to go,” I said and rushed toward the ICU.

Shane turned his head and looked at Fredrick with a fawning face, and he said hurriedly, “Sir, I didn’t know Mrs. Lincoln before, but I did have heard some nice words about her, so when this old hag had come to me, I was indeed tempted at the time. And tonight, I arrived early, and they found me and told me exactly what to do. They asked me to put the drug into the cocktail that Mrs. Lincoln was drinking. And then they would tell everyone that we were in a relationship, and I could just take her away after the chaos. If I did make it, then Mrs. Lincoln would have to admit everything no matter what. And all of these troubles are just because Ryan Smith was once the boyfriend of Miss Priscill

Andy tapped him lightly on the shoulder, “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, hmm?” Lincoln nodded slowly as he felt he could trust him. “And also, good luck with Ethan. He's hard to crack.” “I know.” “Better get going.” He opened the door, “My shift is over, and my husband and wife are waiting for me at home.” “Yeah, bye… and also… thanks.” “Like I said, anytime.” He stepped down from the car and walked away. Lincoln sat still in the car, terror still lingering in his heart.