The Loud House Fanfiction Lincoln Emotionless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cursing himself for his inattentiveness, Lynan tried to think of something to tell the man that wasn’t super embarrassing but only ended up stammering and tripping over his own tongue. Liev smirked at him. “And just what happened last night to cause that goofy grin and blush?” Lynan waved his hands in front of his body in denial but felt his cheeks heating up even more, giving away his lie. “Nothing!” he all but squeaked out. “I very much doubt that but I can always watch the highlights.” The ginger head groaned, he had almost forgotten that it had been filmed. Although he doubted much would have been seen on the roof top considering how dark it had been and the dance floor had so many other

An angry knock pounded against the door, and then it nearly burst free from the hinges as Lincoln exploded through as if he was ready to tear someone apart. "What the hell!" he roared. "Dani, I thought you'd been kidnapped or something. I texted. I called three times. I had to look for the damn hide-a-key. It freaked me out! Don't ever-" He stopped yelling and glanced at Zane then without a word stalked toward him. "Saint?" He said it like a growl, his fists clenched tightly. Zane looked up over his coffee cup and smirked. "Mother." The next thing I knew, the coffee cup shattered against the counter as Lincoln punched Zane in the face. Twice.

I boldly said and I could see the shock on his face as if he couldn't believe what he just heard from me. "Y-You're mad, you've been waiting for your mate for so long and you're going to reject her just because she's a rogue?" I can't help but feel slightly annoyed with Lincoln because he's been trying to argue with me ever since in that council meeting. I can't help but wish that Lincoln never grows up because he always agreed with me all the time when we were still a child, as much as I'm proud of him for having these stands in life, it also annoys me to the bones.

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. "No, but seeing you all worked up over some human chick is fucking hilarious. Why don't you just fuck her and get it out of your system." I lost whatever restraint I had on my anger as I lunged at him and pinned him against the wall. "Don't talk about her like that." I snapped, Flint fighting for dominance as I tried to force myself to calm down. Lincoln looked at me wide-eyed as he put his hands up in surrender. I pushed off of him and headed for my closet. I could hear his mind working as he pieced it all together.

Slowly, Very slowly, I turn to Lincoln and I see that He suddenly looks very nervous. No... Terrified. Guilty. And suddenly… I feel like I'm about to explode

“Are you actually fucking stupid, Leonard? No seriously. Are you out of your goddamn mind?” My jaw tightened. “I was just trying to help her.” “Help her?” Lincoln let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “At the cost of your wife’s sanity? At the cost of your fucking marriage?” His eyes narrowed. “No wonder she wants to divorce you.” I looked away, my grip tightening around my drink. I knew that. I fucking knew that. But hearing someone else say it? It fucking burned like hell. Lincoln grabbed his jacket and stood up, shaking his head. “Fuck off, bro.”

Puffing the smock out of his lips, he tugs his bottom lips between his teeth as he asks, uncaring, "Where at this time?" My voice weavers, "I..I am not sure. Maybe it'd be NZ after spending some time at Maxim's home in Russia." Tucking my loose strand behind my ear, I blink my eyes a couple of times to push back tears threatening to escape my eyes. He shouldn't see my desperation. No matter how hard it becomes for me, I will not show how weak I've become for him. "I won't come back, Lincoln." A gasp escapes from my mouth when he suddenly stands up and throws his cigarette on the ground before crushing it harshly under his boots in a rage. I feel my heart in my throat once again when he turns

A sharp rebuke erupted, instantly choking off Elara’s complaints before they could even leave her throat. Elara looked at Lysander in disbelief: “Brother, are you being mean to me?” Lysander realized his own loss of composure. He gripped the handle and took a deep breath to forcefully suppress his anger. Elara looked exactly like me when I was rambling. She loved to chatter away to Lysander about weather, food, flowers or anything else. He had never seemed impatient before. Yet Lysander himself didn’t know why a flicker of annoyance suddenly welled up when Elara was muttering in exactly the same way. He felt completely overwhelmed as if he couldn't take it anymore.

"How dare you do something like this while Leonard works so hard to feed the family! You're shameless! I'll ruin your face! Let's see how you'd go out seducing men after this!" When Lincoln saw this, a smile finally flickered on his face. "Yes, teach her a good lesson! She's shameless, and her child is a bastard. They've been mooching off us all these years! Kick them out of the house! Just looking at them disgusts me!" Hearing that, Maria struck me even harder. I blocked her blows with my arms, but couldn't avoid getting scratched. Hot, searing pain spread across my cheeks. Mustering as much strength as I could, I pushed her away from me.

Ethan’s voice came through the phone, “I looked you up and found out that you're twenty-five, you turned twenty-five yesterday. So tell me, why are you still living in fear of your father? You're a man now, aren't you?” “You don't understand,” Lincoln's mumbling voice came through the phone, “You obviously don't know my father. He's an evil puppeteer that will pull our strings, even from afar.” Lincoln glared at Ethan with deep-rooted hatred. Ethan smirked, “You want more?” He asked, fast-forwarding the record a bit and then he clicked play.