Lincoln X Leni Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I mean, how else will we get your mom to believe we’re dating?” “We can hold hands.” I lifted an eyebrow. “True. Good start, but if we were actually dating. I’m pretty sure we’d know some things about each other too. Like, what’s your favorite color? Why did you get an electric car instead of gas? Who’s your best friend? Where are you ticklish?” Lincoln paused, the frown firmly back in place. “Green, because I care about the Earth, my brothers, and right behind my ears.” I nodded, trying to memorize his rapid-fire responses. “Okay. Now you ask me.”

Then Lincoln came around the car. He stopped when he saw Dom. The cocky look drained off his face so fast it was almost funny. His eyes went wide. He looked at Dom’s hands on my arms, then at Dom’s face, and something in him understood he had fucked up in a way he couldn’t talk his way out of. “Hey man,” Lincoln said. His voice cracked. “It’s not— there’s nothing wrong here. She’s my girlfriend. She had a little too much to drink and I was just—”

“Be careful with your words.” “And you be honest with yours.” “Enough!” I cried, stepping between them. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to stand firm. “This is not something to fight about in a parking lot like children.” They barely glanced at me. Their focus remained on each other, like two forces colliding. Lucian moved closer to Xander, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “You have no right.” “And you think you own her?” Xander asked sharply. “Lena is not a possession.”

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.

"Okay, I won't touch you. Get up on your own." He wouldn't have touched her anyway if it weren't to help her stand. He was concerned about being accused of harassment. He stood up and turned to leave, still confused over the situation. The lady had already stood up and stared at him. "Thank you." Lincoln turned around and looked at her in amusement, spotting the lady's stubborn expression. She resembled Lucy in some way. Unable to stop himself, Lincoln stole a few more glances at her and noticed a slight resemblance in her appearance with Lucy.

She blushes and snickers as Nathan carries her to their room and shuts the door close, unwilling to let her go all night. …. Lincoln is driving along the highway. The road is dark and desolate at that time of the night except for a few trucks which are passing by. His mind is replaying Nathan’s threat and he grips his wheel tightly. The very thought of Nathan and Halsey is sickening him. He’s sure that at that very moment, those two must be busy f*cking each other. Lincoln wants to hit something hard and he steps on the accelerator. It doesn’t matter to him if he breaks the speeding limit but he just wants to kill Nathan.

The sun seeping through the window cast a shadow of a claw over Xenia's face. Lillian stretched before walking over to the bed. She traced a finger down the side of Xenia's face, over her cheekbones, round nose, and full plush lips. She was careful not to leave a mark on Xenia's pretty face, knowing Mason or, rather, Rodin would have a fit.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

It’s so beautiful. “Did you draw this?” Shun asked. Lincoln glanced at him, then looked away, then looked again, his eyes widened. “H-Hey!” he stood up all but panicking. Shun looked at him. “Oh, wasn’t I supposed to see this?” He watched as Lincoln marched towards him. Lincoln blew a breath and smiled weakly. He sat beside Shun and looked at the sketchbook too. “Yes, these are my designs.” “I never knew you were so good at fashion designing.”

"Haha! You have no patience my friend. The girls will definitely come to you!" Lincoln could hardly wait. He was known to be as brutal as Easton Lander. "If they won't come to me, then I'll go to them!" Lincoln jolted from his seat in Easton Lander's private club and walked towards the room meant for the whores. Easton laughed as he heard the giggles of the girls, initiated by his friend, Lincoln. Lincoln was not just a friend of Easton Lander, he was once his student. "Lincoln my friend, always vibrant, always cutting to the chase," Easton Lander said as he sipped his wine from the glass.