Sad Loud House Lincoln Died Novels & Stories

Total darkness swallowed the world. Then, the old tape recorder in the living room suddenly roared to life. It was so loud that it felt like the ceiling would collapse. “Lindy… It hurts…” It was Zach’s voice. His voice was shrill, broken, and trembling with sobs. “Lindy… How could you be so cruel… Why did you kill me… Why did you seal me in the wall…” The voice echoed around me as though he were clinging to my back, whispering directly into my ear.

I snap, my hands slick with his blood. Lincoln’s right there, hands trembling but firm as he shrugs off his jacket and presses it against Deric’s wound, his knuckles going white from the pressure. “Zach!” he yells, voice cracking under the pressure. “Get the ambulance—now! He’s bleeding out!” But his voice barely has time to fade before another scream makes our heads turn again. “You KILLED him!” Lisa howls, stumbling forward, her face soaked in sweat and tears, mascara streaked down her cheeks like war paint. “You took Lincoln from me! And you took my father?!”

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.

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.

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.

Lincoln sighed for the umpteenth time as he stared at the unsent message he had tried to send to Ethan that morning. He still couldn't believe that Ethan is now done with him and has returned to his old life like he never even existed. This is what I wanted. Lincoln told himself as he stared out at the bustling road. This is what I wanted. He finally told me that he loved me after all his denials and that he wanted us to be together. He told me he wanted me… but I told him we wouldn't work. I told him we won't work unless he tells me about his traumatic incident… and he agreed that we won't work… which is true… but why am I still feeling sad? I don't think I've felt this sad in my life befor

"Lincoln, you have underestimated me. I have been independent ever since I turned eighteen. I tried begging for meals, sleeping under bridges, and fighting over food against rats, wild cats and dogs. Back when I was sleeping alone underneath the bridge, I even fought off punks who wanted to molest me! How could I allow myself to be eliminated by you so easily? Besides, I still have a daughter out here suffering, of course I can't be dead!" "You..." At this point, Lincoln was completely in a state of dread and guilt, to the point that he couldn't seem to say a word apart from "you" any longer. The fact that he ran into his first wife right outside Sabrina's house was enough to cause a total m

["Master, we're at the hospital right now. Linly is... dead." "What!?"

He didn’t have the energy for her drama. “I can’t right now,” he said flatly. “If you’re scared, check into a hotel. Or call Chase. He’ll find you another place.” He ended the call without waiting for a response. Almost immediately, his phone started ringing again. It was Chase. Zac clenched his jaw as he picked up the call, trying to keep his temper under control. “What is it?” “Mr. Lincoln, things are spiraling online. Someone just exposed your ties to the Lincoln family. People from the Lincoln estate… they came to the house and took your mother away.”

His body tries to resist, but a minute had passed; Lorenzo is now officially dead. Paul bows at him before he opens the door where Francisco is waiting and observing him. "We are now done here. Let's go!" He grabs Paul and the moment where Lorenzo died—it's also the time when Connor decided to cut off his mother's life support. He is crying so loud in the hospital while hugging her cold body. Connor falls into depression—but praying for the pain to go away. Lincoln gives his salute to his brother. He knows how it hurts, and he knows how to lose someone you love the most.