Why Does Lincoln Loud Have White Hair の小説・ストーリー

Wendy Lincoln asked the moment she took a seat opposite him. Her appearance didn’t give away her age, it was obvious that she meticulously took great care of herself in every way, her ash blonde hair was also well groomed in a neat side plait. “I have been busy” Allen answered flatly, not taking his eyes away from her even though it was one painful act. “Busy? Busy staring at the computer screen all day? Hmph! I will say, if you don't go completely blind, you won't rest” Allen barely reacted to the snarky remark.

Rohan complained, sighing deeply. Lincoln smiled wryly at his words, shaking his head. "She sounds more like a stalker if you ask me." "For real. Just a pain in the ass." Rohan seconded, chugging down his remaining drink. Lincoln and Lorenzo burst into sheer laughter with how his expression looked, however, their poor friend wasn't finding it funny in the least.

I whined to Astrid. His eyes scanned the hall till they fell on me, and from where I was, I could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. There was something that bothered me, the last time I saw Caelum, his hair was as black as sin but presently, it was white and it didn't look like a dye job. “Robin, do you know why Caelum's hair turned white?” I asked her, absent-mindedly playing with my food. “Alpha Caelum? His hair has always been white." I could see the look of curiosity she was giving me but I ignored it. That means his hair turned white a really long time ago, probably while he was still a child.

Maximillian had been right all along. Lincoln, was without a doubt, a werewolf.

I took my time to explain to them because they are my people and I need their help. I slowly took off the wig that I had been wearing all day to cover up my white hair. It was a precaution that I had to take to prevent people from recognizing me easily. As soon as I removed the wig, my beautiful long white hair fell freely and cascaded down my back, the sight of which immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.

“Henry, with me.” I approach Tobias as Lincoln starts to dress. I can’t believe it’s him. Fuck, it’s been so long. He’s thinner than before, his hair a ragged, unkempt mess, his skin filthy, but it’s him alright. He’s slumped, and I think he’s asleep. “Your Highness,” I greet as we approach. He grunts awake, his eyes looking dazed and startled at once as he tries to focus. He looks up at me with a faint smile.

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 was very upset with these people turning up at the door in droves as if they were putting on a show. “Say, this is enough. Why are you here for no reason?” Rabbit glared at the old man in disdain. “A talking rabbit?” Lincoln was surprised and felt that the rabbit in front of him was powerful. He could tell that this was no ordinary rabbit.

She looks at Lincon and she is really upset, stands up and goes and receives the call. Lincoln listening keenly and looking at her, the reactions on her face can really tell that it is not a good call. She hangs up and sighs looking at Lincon, a cold feeling feels the entire room. “Why are they calling me and asking me such questions, Lincon, who are they and how on earth did they get to know about me” she shouts at him. He tries thinking so hard and this is when he remembers that walked in Charles barbershop. “Oh my God, Charles!” he is so shocked and does not want to believe it.

As he flung it open, he exclaimed joyfully, "You're finally back, sir!" "Yes, I am," Adrian greeted. The trio entered the room. Upon settling in, Lionel frowned. "Sir, why is your hair all white?" "It is?" Adrian checked, and to his surprise, found that all his hair had turned grayish-white. "My aging has accelerated." Rozi was concerned. "Lionel, please help Adrian. Wasn't his aging supposed to have slowed down? Why has it suddenly sped up?" "Let me see…" Lionel grabbed a nearby oil lamp, examining Adrian closely. The latter’s face was now lined with more wrinkles than ever, resembling someone ten years older than he was supposed to be.