Why Does Lincoln Loud Have White Hair Novels & Stories

“Holy sh…” “Yeah, holy shit. Now drink this Advil for your hangover. I’m just doing this for Sheen’s sake, you know? She doesn’t want you to sleep in her place that’s why she called me for help.” “Why am I naked?” Harue shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe habit or something.” That may be right. Lincoln most of the time sleeps naked, maybe he stripped himself while drunk out of habit. He groaned and reached out for the medicine and water. His head hurt like hell it made him swore not to drink alcohol again.

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.

“And you’re sure that he had white hair?” “Positive.”

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.

I rushed over to his position and smacked him as hard as I could. "Watch your tongue! If you remember correctly that's not what you desired. Should I remind you of the devastating blow that took your father from us? That was you, Lawrence! Now, the only way he comes back would be to kill us all!" I warned. "What are you talking about?" He asked narrowing his eyes. "Nothing!" I dismissively said. He left angry, but I could care less. No one knew that Lincoln lived but myself and Carol. I swore her to secrecy until the coronation passed. Besides, my mornings and days have left me exhausted and nauseous for obvious reasons.

Zoe’s POV Two days had passed, and Helios’s father was discharged yesterday. We visited him and even had dinner with them. I was amazed at how vast and elegant their house was. The Lincolns are really rich. However, I really wonder why they need to hire too many bodyguards. Don Lincoln is not the President of the estate, so why? He killed the former President—ugh, here I am again, judging. I don’t know the whole truth nor the other side of the story, so I can’t pinpoint who’s who. But rumors had it, Don Lincoln killed the President.

My fingers moved, straight to his face, shifting the white strands, tugging them backwards to reveal his thick black brow that sat calmly on that handsome face. I watched him. He was so handsome. Like—he should be, right? They all shared the same face, so they all were handsome. But like… this hair—it made him so different. As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder. This white hair of his—was it dyed? Bleached? I looked closely. There were no black roots. No sign of it at all. That could only mean that it wasn't dyed. Bleached, maybe? Suddenly—

A loud click from the door let us know that it locked behind us. Lincoln's back was to us as he worked on his computer, switching up the timestamps on the video we just fabricated. Then, finally, he hit a key on his keyboard and leaned back into his chair. His blonde hair cut short, and his tattooed arms curled behind his head as he spun around to face us. "My Goddess, what the fuck happened to you?" He asked John as he looked at him in horror. "I mean, I know what happened, and well, I could see how ugly you were in the video footage, but damn, it didn't do justice. You are one ugly son of a bitch."

m. The next day, the day of the commendation ceremony, Stephen woke up at 6 a.m., feeling excited and energized. When he walked out, he ran into Simon and George. The two were shocked when they saw Stephen. “Your hair!” Confused, Stephen touched his hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?” Simon quickly stepped forward to check before revealing a smile. “This is great! Your hair has turned much darker!” Stephen’s hair turned completely white overnight on the night that Lily died. However, his hair had darkened significantly, showing signs of returning to normal.

My husband walked into the room, placing a soothing kiss on my cheeks, "I promise I will make it up to you when we return." We both knew that was a lie but I wasn't ready to call him out on it yet. Suppressing a scowl, I turned around to face him, observing as he adjusted his wristwatch near the window. Lincoln cut a striking figure in his cream-colored tuxedo, white pants, and black shirt. His slicked-back blonde hair revealed his flat eyebrows and high cheekbones, a sight that had kept me captivated all these years until this moment.