Lincoln X Leni Novels & Stories

To take his mind elsewhere if only for a night. Lincoln adjusted in his seat, slipping his hand sneakily under her short leather dress. He cleared his throat, smiling mischievously. "Of course, you'd be paid well for your time. Just as long as you do your task without backing out at the last minute. Like Rosy said... We have dark, sick fetishes. Not all women can handle it." He stole a quick glance at Lorenzo who managed to twist his upper lip, mockingly at his words. Lincoln playfully corrected himself immediately.

They saw Lincoln standing with his arms wrapped around a woman's waist. The sight looked romantic. The lady seemed pleased and comfortable with Lincoln's hand around her. Allen, not trying to embarrass the cheerful atmosphere, smiled and shook hands with the woman standing with Lincoln. "I'm Allen Lyon" he introduced himself simply and the woman replied "I'm Tyla". She equally smiled at Nicole and shook hands with her. "Congratulations once again" Tyla chimed and Nicole appreciated and thanked her. "Thanks for coming" Allen also appreciated her presence before moving away. But Nicole gave Lincoln a cold stare before letting Allen take her away.

Len began his sermon, hoping to dissuade Lily from continuing her affair. “I didn't come here to see Uncle Ken, daddy. I have the highest regard for you. Your cock is all I have been thinking about since last night,” Lily cut him off softly, voice laced with seduction as she let her coat fall to the floor. There she stood, in broad daylight, in the middle of Len's office, in nothing but a tiny red thong. Her heavy breasts were fully exposed, nipples stiff enough to cut diamond. Flat tummy and tiny triangle between her smooth thighs on full display.

Liam had already put on a helpless and innocent expression and said, "See, I told you it's not mine. Why would I have something like that?" Lincoln was left speechless. Huh? Why did their conversation sound increasingly weird? What on earth was this thing in his hand? Before Lincoln could ask, Liam had already started the car. Before leaving, Lana's head suddenly popped out of the car window. "Lincoln, that shade doesn't suit you," she said. After that, Liam immediately stepped on the gas, and the car soon disappeared. "Shade?" Lincoln finally responded. Apart from lipstick, he couldn't think of anything else that had a shade.

Ana asked, trying to strike up a conversation but Lincoln was exhausted. He faced upward and shut his eyes then folded his arms. “Cool.” “Is she all mean and bitchy?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “She better not be,” Ana said, “Because I'll show her the difference between being a bitch and being THE BITCH.” “That's great.” “I'm boring you,” Ana got up. “Thank God you realized.” As she made to leave, her eyes caught the red mark on Lincoln's neck. It was faint… almost unnoticeable.

Lincoln is nowhere a pork face I always thought he is, I think he is way better than his friend, Hardie. Hardie glared hard at Lincoln. "What? That's the truth." Lincoln scoffs but Hardie didn't say a word before strutting out. "Thank you." I quickly murmured to Lincoln. He only nodded with out a reply. The only problem I'm having with Lincoln is his quietness and no other. Lincoln entered the usual red car Hardie always use while Hardie and I entered a different car. Hardie's ride drove out first before Lincoln's, both in death speed race as usual.

The streets blurred past as Harlin drove like a man possessed. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, breath coming in sharp, furious bursts. He could still see the look on Lena’s face from earlier—the glow in her cheeks, the way her lips curved up when she looked at him. Not at Harlin. At him. Kian. Alive.

Then his eyes shifted to Fabian beside her, and he seemed to understand the situation immediately. It was only one indifferent look, but Xena’s face burned with humiliation. She bit her lip and forced a smile. “Leo. What a coincidence.” Fabian quickly greeted him too. “Mr. Lincoln. Small world.” Then he looked at Xena in surprise. “You know Mr. Lincoln?” Xena smiled. “We’re friends. We also live in the same neighborhood.” Fabian froze for a second, then immediately understood he had lost his chance to take her home. He laughed and said, “In that case, Ms. Spencer, I’ll leave you to Mr. Lincoln.”

Lucian didn't sleep well. His demon was restless, hungry and angry. "Bring me Lincoln!" He told Helen who was serving him breakfast. She nodded and left. Shortly after Lincoln came in. "Your Highness." "Did you find the seal?" "No." Lucian tried to keep his calm but his nails were already elongating and his body itched for blood. "Bring them to me.!" Lincoln and Anum came back with Xender's soldiers. They got pushed down on their knees in front of him. Lucian stared down at them with arms crossed behind his back.

They are both fantastic with Dylan at this point. “Do you approve the wedding of the two?” Francisco seriously asked him. He gets the knife from the apple then throws it to his lord. Lincoln doesn’t talk for a moment until his lips twitch as he leans on the white wall. His jaw is tightening from the question of the man beside him. He chuckles lightly in response to his ridiculous idea. They all know that Lincoln is a homophobic type of person, and he hates Dylan. “From what I could see. I cannot turn back from my motto,” the oldest Vozinelik utters.