Sad Loud House Lincoln Died Novels & Stories

MADISON’S POV Three years. One goal. I have to find out how my father - Jonas Lincoln died three years ago. As time passes, your head gets clear of doubts and confusions and then you notice things you never tried to notice before. Many lies get exposed and many secrets come into light from the dark. Three years ago, I, Madison Lincoln - ex wife of Damien Knight Castillo divorced him because I was broken and tired. My father had died by committing suicide as many said and my ex husband loved someone else.

the nurse said as she stood up and bowed her head, making my lips part but get back to my senses afterward. I smiled even if she couldn’t see it and said politely, “it’s okay. You’re not aware of it, so I understand.” “Don Lincoln was ambushed on his way to his house this morning….” “Ambushed?!” “I’m sorry, ma’am if you have to hear this. They told me not to give discreet information about the Lincolns, but you said you’re his son’s wife, so—” “It’s okay. You don’t have to. Thank you, by the way. I need to go,” I said and rushed toward the ICU.

On the day of her execution, the sky was a depressing, gray color, with a fine, silent drizzle of rain falling, as if even the heavens were mourning this brief and tragic life. Before my tombstone, the picture of me smiled as brightly as ever. Below the tombstone, Dad, Brother, and Rowan, these three men who had once been bound to me by blood and close ties, knelt in unison in the cold, muddy rain. Their expensive suits were soaked with mud and water, their hair plastered to their foreheads, mixing with their tears. Damine, having witnessed my horrific body, was left with severe psychological trauma. The greatest warrior among us would now involuntarily vomit and faint at the sight of blood.

I divulged, trying to justify my actions. “Shit man! You should have said something.” Lincoln hissed. “I should have killed that bastard myself.” I silently fiddled with my food while he spoke. “Look man, you made the wise call.” Lincoln assured me. “He'd have probably raped you in the ass or something.” “Now, eat your food and don't have me thinking that you're in love with the guy we just sent to his death.” Lincoln chuckled, playfully hitting my shoulder. “Whatever man.” I chuckled, forcing myself to lighten up.

Mathew rarely interrupted meetings And when he did, it was usually important. "Sir." His voice was unusually serious. Elias frowned slightly and The room fell silent. "Excuse us for a moment." He stood up and walked toward Mathew. The moment they stepped outside the room, Mathew lowered his voice. "Mr. Lin is dead." For a brief second, Elias didn't react Then his expression darkened. "What?" Mathew nodded grimly. "The hospital confirmed it less than thirty minutes ago." Elias' jaw tightened. His first thought wasn't about Mr. Lin,It was about Ava. Immediately His gaze sharpened.

Looking at their retreating backs, Jessica said in disdain, "Can this good-for-nothing really do it, Dad?" "It'll be fine either way. If he ends up killing Lincoln, that'll be nice. If he can't do it, we can just leave, and this incident won't be connected to us at all," Saul said with a smile. He did not care about Kevin's fate at all. There was also no expression on Jessica's face as if Kevin was not her husband but just a stranger to her. "Kill them! Charge!" the men shouted as they fought in Zott Manor. Their voices could shake the earth.

It was during this time, when Linsey found out that Blake had died, that Sara had to daily consoled her and found that Linsey had deep feelings for Blake. “Why didn’t you tell me he was fine and back?” Linsey asked when Sara led her away. “It was to be a surprise. Happy?” Sara said with a mischievous smile that made Linsey pout, but she nodded her head that she was. This gave Joseph enough time to settle himself and to calm his demeanor. “Robert Elon, I believed you were on death’s bed, and now you have arrived at my home looking like this,” Joseph said, looking at the young man before him.

He questioned. "So...Sorry Sir, someone just crossed the road".Lincoln explained in a frightened and Confusing voice. "Watch the road". He did not yell at him or blame unlike so much. It was only when the man's cold voice sounded that Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief. Lydia sat up with her hand over her head, her eyes bright as she looked at Clitton sitting upright and cool. Even if it hurts more, she keeps smiling all the time. Clinton looked at her smile and felt extremely uncomfortable.

he said on the verge of tears. He couldn’t bear the fact that she was in so much pain and also the thought that something happened to their baby. “Linc, my baby…” she kept crying then suddenly passed out. “Ela….ine” he screamed hard but she didn’t respond, the nurses pushed her into the room before shutting the door. Lincoln walked towards the wall and kicked it hard, he punched the wall hard as he pulled his hair harshly, “Let her be fine” he said in a frustrating tone.

Hazel Lincoln said aggressively and then without hearing the reply from other end cut the call. Bloody bitch! Hazel cursed as she slumped back on her bed with a heavy sigh. 4 months. Her aunt have only 4 months left according to doctors. Time is unpredictable, they said. To say Hazel Lincoln felt her whole world crumbling down would be an understatement. Her parents though were the worst parents but at least they were her parents..... They both died and left her alone for this cruel world to claw her eyes out....