The Loud House Fanfiction Lincoln Emotionless の小説・ストーリー

[24] ||Hardie Morrison|| I finished my meal and Lincoln cleaned up quickly and in few minutes he was done putting every thing away. He sigh as he sank into the couch beside me. "So, what's the emergency that came up?" I asked him. "Emergency? What emergency are you talking about?" He knitted his brows as he gave me a confused look. Wait, I'm supposed to be confused here but he is. "Don't you dare joke with me, Lincoln. You talked about some emergency coming up." I groaned, rubbing my left temple.

I was beginning to second guess this stupid idea. “You guys,” I began, my hands going to the pig head and starting to lift it off. “I don’t think I can do this. It’s a terrible idea--” “Put that thing back on,” Lincoln said, his voice sterner than I’d ever heard it. His tone actually froze me, and I swiveled to look at him, dropping the head back into place so I could see out the eye holes. “You’ve been miserable since you and El fought, and that makes everyone else miserable because it makes Mom miserable,” he said. “So all

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.

Lincoln blurted, clenching his jaws. He'd taken the words right out of his lips and it was unfair. Lorenzo couldn't grasp his fingers on what he was tryna imply. "Don't give me that look, dude or do you really want me to jog your memory? You'd remember fast then." Lincoln said, fisting his hand, his nostrils flaring before Rohan came between them, holding him back. He'd already heard everything from Lincoln. He knew what was going on. Lincoln has wanted to forget. To him, his bad drunk behaviour shouldn't come between what they shared. He was ready to put everything behind him but his strong-headed friend had brought it up. Claiming the victim.

I continued, not allowing Lincoln, the head of the higher house, to speak. Seconds passed, but I still couldn’t hear him talk. The temperature around the hallway grew tense as I waited for Lincoln to speak. “How sure are you about this? And how long have you known about it?” I smiled to no one in particular, knowing Lincoln couldn’t see my face. I could feel the tension from the other side of the phone and the sudden beating of his heart. Was Lincoln scared of what I had just told him? Or did he maybe know something? “If I wasn't sure, would I have told you?” I paused. “And by the way, it doesn't matter how long I have known about this.” I ran my hand through my dark hair above the neck as I

"Lily. *Lily.* That man just crossed behind you in what I can only describe as a magazine ad for abs, and you're telling me you *barely see each other*? How are you even functioning in that house? I would've combusted on day one." "He was just walking to the bathroom." "Uh-huh. And you didn't even turn around to look. That's either superhuman self-control or you've already looked so many times you don't need to anymore." She pointed a wet nail at the screen, delighted with herself. "Which is it?" "Neither. I'm painting my own nails as a metaphor for how little I care." I held up my very bare fingers, and Samantha cackled. "Uh-huh. Sure." But something in her voice shifted, softened at the ed

The Lawson twins were being vicious behind their hands, knowing that Clem was human and wouldn’t be able to hear them. “Fucking bitches!” Lucian growled. I ignored him and felt him start to pace around my mind, anxiously watching Clem. My heart stopped, then started hammering loudly. Wait, what did Lincoln just say? Without realising what I was doing, I jumped out of my hiding spot and stood between Lincoln and Clementine. The honeysuckle scent was being masked with unclothed fear. The smell of her terror made Lucian’s hackles stand on end. I opened the mind-link to all three of them and growled. “All of you, back the fuck off!”

He didn't say a word, just stared at me with those cold, dead eyes. My hands clenched into fists, the anger inside of me bubbling up like a volcano ready to erupt. "You have no right to be here!" I shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. "Not after what you've done to me, to our family!" A chill ran down my spine as the sound of Lincoln's voice echoed in the empty house. "Shut up and get inside!" His words rang in my ears like a warning bell, as I watched him approach with a terrifying ferocity. I knew he wasn't a man to be trifled with, but the sheer brutality of his presence left me shaken.

Other times, he acts like an elder brother to her. “Fine” Quinn took a deep breath and walked in with Mark. As the door swung open, all eyes turned toward the door. Quinn rubbed her palms together as she could feel their gazes drilling holes in herself and Mark's bodies. “Where have you been,” Lincoln said. He was huffing and puffing like someone that just finished racing round the pack's territory, and everyone in the room could feel his anger erupting. Quinn took a deep breath to calm herself.

he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. The air in the room turned suffocating. Lincoln’s smirk faltered, his gaze darting between me and his mother. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “You wouldn’t,” he growled, though his voice wavered slightly. “Try me,” Lucas replied, pressing the gun harder against the woman’s temple. For a moment, no one moved. Derrick remained tense, ready to pounce, while Lincoln’s goons shifted uneasily, their hands on their weapons.