Lincoln X Stella Novels & Stories

Lexus kissed Stella's neck from under her long hair. "Who is jealous? I'm not jealous of anyone." Stella pressed her lips. She stared at the two Lexus hands wrapped around her waist. "Look at your two eyes, Stella! Your tongue may be able to lie, but not with both of your eyes." Lexus poked Stella's neck with his tongue. Every now and then he pecked the long neck with his lips while enjoying the scent of his wife's vanilla body. "Honey, the female model I was with worked as a brand ambassador for Stelletta Market."

“You will make sure Mr. Lincoln approves the shipment that will move tomorrow.” Stella dropped some documents on my desk. I didn’t even glance at them. I was too distracted—my eyes fixed on the glass doors, waiting for Mr. Lincoln to walk through. I had no choice but to agree to send Mia a whopping sum of thirty thousand dollars to shut her up. The number alone made my chest tighten. I was both annoyed… and a little relieved. About half an hour had passed, and Mr. Lincoln still wasn’t in the office.

“So, Stella, tell me again why you are bringing the baby to me and not calling Ethan. After all, he is the father, right?” Stella looked down and then took a deep breath. “Well, sir, it’s not like we had a relationship. It just happened at his birthday party. We were both drinking and… it just happened. That’s not something I am proud of, nor did I think I would get pregnant my first time. I needed to wait until the child was born before saying anything. I understand how powerful your family is.” Now looking away slyly, he asked, “Well, Ms. Stella, you are from the Lincoln family, correct?”

Then, Stella let go of her hands. "It's done. Mr. Kane, please check if I made your money worth it now." Keegan turned around and looked into the mirror before he said, "I guess." Stella smiled. Then, she wore her shoes and went out while carrying her little handbag. She saw a Mercedes-Benz parked right outside as soon as she left the house. Cordelia's personal driver, Baldwin Clint was standing right beside it. He greeted Stella politely when he saw her. "Good morning, Mrs. Kane. Madam told me to pick you up."

His complexion turned visibly sour. Around them, the other attendees from Capital City clenched their fists with excitement, some nearly bursting into applause. Feeling the pressure of dozens of eyes and flashing cameras, Linus’ irritation flared. Refusing to back down, he snapped again, “So what? You still rely on us for your core engine technology, don’t you?” He looked smug, as if he’d landed a blow. But Stellar didn’t even blink. Her tone remained composed, though her words were edged with steel.

Joshua was curios. Then both Cally and Joana pointed at one and Joshua was surprised, asking “what kind of car is that?” Joshua didn’t have much knowledge about cars after all. “Its Lincoln,” said Cally and Joana. They were surprised, how was Joshua it possible that didn’t know Lincoln? That was one of the luxurious brands on the United states. They had been eyeing it since the previous night, a Lincoln Navigator SUV, which cost around one million dollar. Although it was five million dollars, Joana and Cally felt it was enough and they liked it very much.

His armor, it’s shining, he’s- Stella can’t help the way her lip trembles nearly as much as her hands do, the way she stares up at Lincoln as though she still cannot truly comprehend- -the way that traitorous, bastard hope dares to feebly lift its wings in her chest- Lincoln pats her head once, twice, and Stella truly cannot help the tears that spring past her eyes, then. Lincoln’s smile turns softer still, then. And then. And then, it vanishes, turned into something that Stella can only describe as sharklike; lips parted in a grin that’s equal measures terrifying as it is excited, somehow, as though the man could taste the blood in the air and thrived upon it.

Stella explained. "Guess? Do you do things by guessing? Women like to think that their sixth sense is accurate. If these senses are correct, would there still be a need for policemen?" Lincon responded rudely. Suddenly, Lincon's phone rang. Stella couldn't be bothered with him. It would be a waste of time to argue with a self-opinionated and self-righteous person like him. "Hurry up and give the order, or it will be too late," Stella told Sean.

Stella was probably crazy enough to pull the trigger and end her children’s lives but she wouldn’t take that risk. Gabriel just got out of the hospital and he couldn’t return there. Neither could Gabriella. She got to their class and saw Mrs Lincoln berating Marcus for allowing Stella into the school premises. The remaining pupils were all standing in a corner looking scared which meant that Gabriel and Ella were the only ones in the class with Stella. “Mrs Lincoln! Has anyone called the police?”. She demanded. “She said that if we call the police, she’ll kill your children.” Mrs Lincoln replied. “She was dead serious.”

"I agree. Let's not act hastily. We need to gather more information before we make any decisions. I'll speak with Mr. Lincoln myself and see what he has to say about the situation." "Alright, but please make it quick. Glenn's reputation is on the line, and I won't rest until justice is served." Mrs. Stark nods, albeit reluctantly. With a reassuring smile, Mr. Stark picks up the phone and dials Mr. Lincoln's number. After a few rings, Mr. Lincoln's voice comes through the line. "Mr. Lincoln, it's Mr. Stark. I need to speak with you about a matter concerning one of our actresses," Mr. Stark says, his tone serious.