Why Does Lincoln Loud Have White Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Perhaps she had said something wrong? "Mr. Lincoln talked about camels." From the response she received, it looked like she hadn't. Moreau was not expressing a mistake. It was just a matter of misinterpretation. She quickly smiled, then said, "That's not it. I mean, what he said after putting this turban on here." Holding her head, Moreau now hoped that the man would not think that she was being too presumptuous in wanting to know everything about Abihirt's talk. This was simple enough. It was okay to know things that involved her.

It was shiny but still had a nice bounce to it, rather than being glued to the sides of my head - which was how my hair normally looked whenever I tried straightening it. Dark, long eyelashes caressed my cheeks as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I could feel each blink. I had pale pink lipstick and dark eyes, but the real difference was the sculpting. It made me look twenty-five instead of seventeen. Well, at least I finally looked legal! "Knock 'em dead." Jean ushered me toward the door. Lincoln was waiting on the other side, dressed in dark, skinny jeans and a nameless band V-neck T-shirt that showed off part of his arm and chest tattoo.

He showed off a full row of perfectly straight teeth. Lincoln raised an eyebrow and peeked over his shoulder at his warriors. So far, Lincoln was the tallest person Jadie has seen in his territory. He towered over even the largest of fighters, but had just enough muscle mass to make him look naturally large and not like he spent most of his time bulking up. “I hope they’re not slacking off. We’re not known for our strong military lead with weak links.” His voice raised loud enough to capture the attention of his fighters. They all nodded with wide eyes and put more aggression behind their practiced attacks.

"What's going on? Why are you crying? Did Lindey say something to upset you? Don't listen to her, you know how she is." It hit me—he hadn't even noticed that his hair had turned almost completely gray. Just a few days ago, his hair was still black. But now? It wasn't totally gray, but at least eighty percent of it had gone silver. He looked like a completely different person, like he'd aged decades in just a few days. From a strong, middle-aged man to someone who seemed... fragile. I couldn't find the words. Especially since he had no idea what had happened to him.

Every hit made his head spin, and there was a ringing in his ears. When Sebastian finally stopped, Lincoln clutched at his bleeding face. His words slurred as he said, "What evidence do you have to say that I did it? He's only in this state because he took your fake, defective medicine!" Sebastian laughed coldly and glanced at the reporters who were standing at the door. He said, "Fine! I'll make sure you won't be able to deny it!" "Tell me, what kind of illness does your father have?" Lincoln swallowed and stuttered, "E-Eczema."

Gale squatted down and asked, "Why do you think it's him?" Nicole replied, "Because only his hair is black. Daddy shouldn't be too old to have white hair." Gale smiled and said, "Grey hair may not necessarily be because of old age." "What is that because of?"

Lincoln replied to me and I just nodded in agreement. A few minutes later, Lincoln lit a cigarette again and even though I wanted to stop him and grab the cigarette, I didn't do it because it would definitely annoy him more. I was just silent as I watched Lincoln smoke a cigarette. I know he wants to be alone right now but I don't want to leave him here alone. "Why are you still holding that thing?" Lincoln asked me with furrowed brows and he was talking about the white oak stakes that I'm holding right now.

My dad asked, using his hands to tuck in the strand of hair that escaped the rest behind my ears. “Yes dad” I said with a smiley face trying to smoothen out my hair myself, I hate for my hair to get dirty and scattered. “Mum, why is my hair so white?” I asked mom who just returned from the kitchen, she cast a glance at my dad and I saw him nod as if giving his approval of something. Well I had to know why I had such high maintenance hair, turns out my hair’s not the only thing about me that’s high maintenance.

"Mr. Cole, you told me not to play tricks. I can't ignore you, and I can't confront you. What exactly do you want me to do?" Lincoln was still reminiscing the moments he shared with Lucy in the past when her mocking tone snapped him back to reality. He looked at Lucy with narrowed eyes. She wore a casual, long white dress that loosely covered her fair body. The loose dress concealed her curvy figure, but Lincoln could still see through the dress.

he asked as his hair turned white. They held their breath as Hail's hair fully turned white. "Hail..." Jun muttered. His face was serious when he remembered that day. The day that Hail was born and his hair is still black. And – Jun thought as he lowered his head, balling his fists. The day that Hail was reborn and his hair turned white.