Loud House Lincoln X Ronnie Anne Novels & Stories

I move the dangerous items out of the way, leaving some loose paper for him to play with. Lynn walks into the office and plops on the couch. Surprisingly, she’s alone, but that doesn’t last long as her mates walk in minutes later and sit next to her. I would prefer that my dad was going to be in this meeting, but I know he’s helping a grieving Doc, and I don’t want to disturb them. “So you wanted us to meet. What about?” Lincoln’s voice is slightly muffled since his face is buried in our mate’s neck. I find it funny, but reserve my chuckle for later.

Hook, line, and I*******m story. Except—of course—his attention wasn’t on them. It was thirty feet to the right. His eyes were locked on the forbidden zone: the Pastor’s house. There she was. Lynn, daughter of Pastor Timon and resident queen of “perfect girl in the neighborhood.” She was kneeling in her flower bed, hands deep in the dirt, as if trying to erase weeds from existence—or maybe herself. Unlike the neon parade on the sidewalk, Lynn looked like she’d stepped straight out of a period drama: modest high-collared dress, hair pinned back neatly, moving with this kind of rigid focus that could probably give a statue an inferiority complex.

As she returned to her room, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Fredia's thoughtful gesture. The following day, as promised, Ronnie Anne appeared on the show. The chemistry between her and Brixlee was evident, and they effortlessly engaged in a delightful conversations. The episode flowed smoothly, and Ronnie Anne graciously offered to paint a portrait of Brixlee, a generous gesture that filled the room with excitement.

Connor wraps his arms on his neck when walking inside—he is so comfortable when clinging to his collateral husband. Such luxurious piano is on the other side of the aisle. Robert goes to it and plays some soft melodic music titled Clair de Lune. Like the moonlight lighting the night—the melody glows inside their hearts. "Why are you uneasy, my husband?" Connor asked, and Paul blushed. "I-I don't know…. I am scared about lord Lincoln. What's with tonight? Butler Robert is such a talented loyalist of yours, my husband." "Yes, he plays such a masterpiece. That piano is owned by brother Lincoln. He likes to play music too. He says it calms his nerves. I hope you too," he responded with a smile w

“That’s your problem. You forgive too easily, and that’s your weakness.” I screamed, my voice cracking and echoing through the room. “Help! Someone! Please help me!” But Ronny only laughed, a low, mocking sound, as he stepped closer. “No one can hear you here. You know, Sienna, I’ve always imagined this moment. The day when Luna of Darkmane Pack, the proud future doctor, would finally be under my control.” “You’ll never win. Liam will find me. He won’t stop,” I said. Ronny stopped right in front of me, his gaze freezing the blood in my veins. From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. He lifted it slowly, the needle glinting under the faint light.

“With such impeccable character, Mr. Shane, I have a favor to ask.” “Please, Mr. Ace, don’t hesitate,” Ron said, riding high on his confidence. Aaron tapped his fingers rhythmically on his knee twice before speaking. “Help me cover for Lil' Lena and me.” “Cover for what?” Ron asked, his curiosity thoroughly piqued.

Harrow asked, checking out his son. "Luna saved me," Ronnie replied as he went on to tell them how I had saved him back then. I couldn't help the small smile that crept my lips. Ronnie’s the same wolf that had been locked in the basement and I had rescued and taken to Eleanor. But how did Knox know about this? I thought as I wrapped my hand on his that were on my waist. When Ronnie was done, Harrow was already crying as he fell to his knees. "Still—"

Lincoln is at the Lounge, helping the band to set up their equipment. He keeps on glancing at the entrance to spot Halsey and Charlotte. It’s nearly 7 PM when Charlotte walks in only to find a large crowd had gathered for the event that night. “Mom!” She turns around to find Lincoln jogging towards her. “Where’s Halsey?” he asks. “Oh, she’s gonna come later,” Charlotte lies. “The Andersons called and they asked her to babysit their kid for tonight. They won’t be out long so I suppose Hales will be here by 9 o’clock.”

Lincoln reached Ana's room and knocked softly on the door, but no response came. He knocked again, and when no response still came, he pressed his ear to the door and listened. He could hear Ana's soft voice as she talked and giggled. “Who is she talking to?” He mumbled to himself, “Has she gone crazy or something?” He turned the doorknob, opened the door and found Ana lying in her bed. She was facing upward, her ears were blocked by earphones, and she was having a video chat with Hunter. She was totally unaware that she wasn't the only person in the room.

Lincoln replied calmly as he bit his small lower lip, cursing himself for the hundreds of lies he had told to his wife since yesterday. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit. "Oh okay, that's alright! Are you home yet??" West asked as she moved over to the far end of the lobby, her voice was calm and low. "You haven't returned home?? How long is the party going to take??" Lincoln asked instead with a frown while gazing at his wristwatch. It was almost 10:30 pm and West was still out. "Umm will be going back soon, just wanted to clean some stuff after the party and then head home, I will be leaving before 11 pm"