Novel & Cerita Why Does Lincoln Loud Have White Hair

Maggie took the call outside. “Woah, Lincoln, you don’t look the best.” She said as she answered his face time. He had dark circles under his eyes and he hadn’t shaved in a while, it was unlike Lincoln to let his facial hair grow out. “That would be because I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can function basically. Not until she talks to me, you have to get her to talk to me.” Lincoln had begged Maggie to help him at least once a day since she left, and Maggie in turn had tried to talk to Holly, but Holly never wanted to hear it.

I asked in suspicion. A smile formed on the face of the one with white spiky hair. “Why do you have white hair?” I asked as I compared to the sheets. His hair was definitely as white as the sheets. “I dyed it.” He stated nonchalantly. I hummed as I looked at the other one that had brown eyes. “When will my memories come back?” I inquired with a raised brow. “Never.” He stated instantly. My face went slack as I stared at him with a heavy heart. “Never?” I mouthed to myself as I looked back at Lucas.

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.

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.

Lincoln did not say anything for a while, he threw his head back and pulled at his dreadlocks, causing his shirt to rise, which resulted in him unintentionally flexing his biceps. My eyes kept staring at the hairs around his navel. Why on earth did that make me feel so queasy? My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I quickly averted my gaze, and before I could recover from that. Lincoln walked over to me, meeting me toe-to-toe while his hands sat on either side of my head when he held on to the top of his car and looked straight into my eyes.

"But if you are still talking about the wedding garments, surely you have no actual plans to attend the ceremony this weekend." "Oh, I am absolutely going," Nixon said. His lips curved into a sharp, bitter expression that did not reach his eyes. "Lincoln and I have been trying to rip each other’s throats out for three years. Since he was the first one to offer a public white flag, I intend to accept it." I waited. The tone of his voice told me there was a second edge to the knife. "And if he invited me for other, more nefarious reasons..." He paused, letting the hiss of the ventilator fill the gap. "Like testing whether you actually exist in my life, I intend to show him exactly what he is d

Lincoln’s tone changed as quickly as his words. Before him stood a roughly twenty-five year old lady with beautiful feathers and lovely shapes. Her round eyes glistened at the sight of Lincoln, but did not betray the maturity of her womanly features. Her frightened look would lead any man to want her. Just like that, the feeling of annoyance from the collision quickly soothed his frustrated mind.

she murmured. “Of course not,” I said with an expression of mock hurt. I fixed my gaze on Lucien who had been watching our exchange with amusement. “Something strange has happened to my hair and that is why I have a hat on,” I began. “Please don't tell me you've suddenly become bald,” he said with a chuckle. Penelope scoffed beside me. I smiled and shook my head. “It is not that I have become bald, but somehow, my hair turned white overnight and I do not know how it happened.”