Loud House Lincoln Death Novels & Stories

Mya answered. Adrian inhaled a deep breath, got down on his knees, and cupped Gloria’s face in his hands. He said, “Wait for me here. I’ll take you home after I’ve uncovered the secrets of this place.” He then stood up, turned around, and walked toward Lincoln. Lincoln was already dead, and he had a quick death. Adrian knew that this was his finishing point. Lincoln knew of this possible future and was mentally prepared for this before he came. It was possible that the homeward journey was the best ending for him.

He then greeted his guests in the living room. "Good morning, is there anything I can assist you with, gentlemen?" the man greeted them with a faint smile on his lips, which were beginning to wrinkle at the corners. The two men in black suits responded by drawing their Eagle Desert pistols and aiming them at Lincoln and his head servant in the living room. "BANG!" A bullet struck the butler's heart, instantly killing the 50-year-old man and causing him to collapse face-down on the floor, covered in fresh blood.

The reporters rushed to them taking pictures of them, they were nominated for the couple of the year and Lindsey was individually nominated as the most Promising influential person and of course, everyone was rooting for them to win. None of the reporters seemed to have asked her any questions relating to Clara's death. It has just been five days since her interview with Sharon and the world found out about Clara's death but Lindsey didn't stay longer than a few hours as the prime suspect since the police hasn't provided any clear evidence that points to her no evidence has been provided as all the investigation always leads to a dead end so with Barrister Keke Richardson as Lindsey's lawyer

Lincoln stood close to the door as he stood in place when he heard Conan call out to him. "You'll regret getting to know West East, trust me! She will kill you!" Conan said calmly,his voice low as he said it. Lincoln smirked a bit "Just like how you're gonna get killed by me someday! And then you can finally die with the mystery behind my mother's existence!" Lincoln opened the door and walked out of the study with a very cold and bone chilly face. His mood had finally deteriorated as he walked out,all the maids scurried away from his sight as he pass by the sitting room and walked out of the house.

He continued to laugh until Jackson slammed his fist on the table in front of him. “What is so fucking funny?” Jackson demanded. “Well, it would not be possible that Henrietta would die so easily,” Lincoln said. “What do you mean?” I asked, a sense of trepidation running down my spine. “I mean she has the ability to take over a host body,” he said smugly.

Lincoln sobbed and could not speak any further. My brain went blank. Elliot… was dead? Once again, he had died under some wreckage. Only this time, it was not because he had been trying to save me.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

She questioned him with concern and wiped the tears going down her cheek. "Gina.... Lincoln... " He sputtered. "Lincoln?!". Her face turned deadpan. "Is Lincoln okay? " She fretted and rose from the bed. "Lincoln is.... is..." "Father, please tell me what is wrong with Lincoln?" She raised her voice. " Gina, Lincoln is.... is... is dead," he finally blurted. Her heart stopped beating momentarily.

Lincoln had been sent to learn martial arts from a master many years ago, and he rarely contacted home since the recent years were pivotal to him. Just a few days ago, though, he had completed his mentor’s request, and he could leave. Needless to say, he first called home during the happiest moment in his life, only to be struck by a thunderbolt! His uncle, Patrick, and younger cousin, Hector, were dead! His father, Tuckson, was wheelchair-bound as a paralyzed handicap. This nearly made him lose his mind, and he asked his seniors to go back to Clouspring with him to take revenge.

Now, there was only one name left… The knock on my door caused me to jerk on my feet. “Come in,” I called out as my stomach tied into knots. Logan entered and closed the door behind him. Then he walked toward me and lowered his head. “Mr. Zixin Lin is dead. Lagunov's men burned him inside his lab on the same day Mrs. Fedorova was kidnapped.” My chest tightened. “What about his family?” “Well…” He scratched his head. “We found some vague information about his family's car accident. Apparently, his wife and two sons died three days later.”