Loud House Lincoln Death Novels & Stories

Looking at him confused, Lincoln clears his throat. “We’ve gotten word from our parents at the hospital Iris, Richard is dead.” Lincoln explained filling me in with the horrifying news whilst Polly breaks down even more, screaming for Richard over and over again. “Shut it you slag you never cared about him; you cheated relentlessly!” Samual shouts smacking Polly up the face sending her crashing to the ground, while Alban holds his head up in his Alpha stance.

Lincoln never thought that a day would come when he would ask someone if they knew who he was as they had always recognized him. The lady sighed, “Okay, now you're starting to creep me the fuck out. Pardon my language but I think you need to leave or I'm gonna call the guards.” Lincoln stared at her and knew she meant it. Harry Smith's son being dragged out of hospital will certainly make a headline. He sighed and began to walk away. He decided to sit at the empty seat in the vast lobby. Maybe if he stuck around for a while, he might actually see Andy. The offices in the hospital might probably be numerous for him to check them all one by one.

Maxwell nodded, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. The news of Grandpa Lincoln's death hit the family hard. They had all known that he was getting old and that his health was declining, but it was still a shock to lose such a beloved member of their family. The funeral was a solemn affair, with all of Lincoln's children and grandchildren coming together to pay their respects.

"Lincoln, do something! Please, she can't die! Not like this." "She's already dead," Lincoln said, his voice cold. He let his daughter's limp body fall back to the ground as if she weighed nothing, his eyes never leaving her pale, lifeless face. Before Lincoln could say another word, his wife reacted violently. With a guttural scream, she shoved him aside, reaching for the dagger that had fallen from his hand. Lincoln's eyes widened in horror as well as mine as we saw his wife plunge the blade deep into her own stomach.

He frowned. “I'm only telling you this because he's body was never found that day. Think about it Harry. The Eagles and blood brothers have all gone low-key since you killed their leader five years ago. The Vikings on the other hand still operated like nothing happened and now you were attached, a gun in the chest just like you shot Linus. Doesn't it seem familiar?" Celeb asked but Harry wasn't buying any of it. “Linus died five years ago. Who would survive after being beaten to that extent and then to top it off, receiving three bullets on his chest and I made sure to aim the last at his heart." Harry said shaking his head.

Adrienne complained as she passed Richard's phone to him from the nearby drawer. He answered the call and the only thing he said was 'okay' before he ended the call. "Who was that?" Adrienne asked. "Now... it is really over," Richard said cryptically. "What do you mean?" Adrienne asked. Richard was silent for a moment before he finally spoke. "Lincoln is dead."

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.

"Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape from the Lynn Family!" Sabrina was shocked. "Mom, you...the Lynn Family...did Lincoln really imprison you?" "Of course he did!" Her mother gritted her teeth in response. "That year when the mine collapsed, Lincoln was the first one who went looking for my body, because he couldn't rest until he could see the corpse with his own eyes. He searched for days but he never found my body, and that's when he started suspecting if I had truly died."

he said to us. Mrs. Olivia left Teacher Lelouch with us. A few minutes later, he started to teach science, so I looked through the window beside me because his class was so boring. I am not in the mood to participate in his class. I cannot still believe that Teacher Lincoln would die just like that; the person who killed him has no conscience. A few minutes later, lunch break has arrived, so I decided to go to the locker room to get my rubber shoes because our next subject is P.E.

What the fuck! I park out front, trying to control my panic. "She's fine! Everything is fine!" I lie to myself, rushing up the steps to my front door. I can see the clouds, and they are about to explode in a downpour at any moment. I unlock the front door quickly and push into my house, and my heart sinks to my toes. Lincoln is on the floor, with a knot on the back of his head. Blood is leaking onto my hardwood. "Oh God!" I gasp. This is not a good sign at all.