Bo Sinclair X Reader Novels & Stories

"But why he behaves weird around me? Is he trying to lure me towards him? Oh! my God, how could I mistook him as someone pure. He is sly, on the top a womanizer!" I shook my head in complete shock upin my assumption and took another sip of my delicious coffee. [The next day] Working in that deadly silence Sinclair was feeling awkward. He wanted to talk actually why he left in between, he just wanted to listen her voice. He thought of many reasons but all of them were not going to work. An hour passed silently again. When someone knocked at the glass door of cabin covered with black smoke-type paper. And without waiting for Sinclair's permission a lady came in.

“I mean you are not the only one that loses control. I lose control, and so do Reid and Isaiah. I’m willing to bet when Dad was our age, he probably did, too. Not that I even want to imagine that.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “You could only ever be that way with the woman your heart truly belongs to, brother. It means Sinclair was always destined to be yours. Honestly, it makes sense that you two are mated,” he said casually. “You think so?” “Yeah. Both of you have suffered a level of trauma that most people don’t. Sinclair wears her trauma like a shield. It evaporates when she is with you, though, doesn’t it?” I think back, and he’s right. She gets nervous, blushes, but never cowers away

he said as he squeezed my hands lightly. "What's that?" "You are not going to hate me, no matter what. Promise me that," he said flatly. "Hate you? You know that's not happening. We're partners, Xavier," I mumbled. "I know, but that doesn't count, Mama, so promise me," he repeated. "Okay, I promise you, Xavier Sinclair. I'm never going to hate you..." I trailed off as I smiled at him. "So tell me already." "I... am not a boss at a publishing company," he said, and I gasped, trying my best to act shocked.

I replied with a hint of mock arrogance. We then made our way to the town’s old library a charming, dimly lit building with shelves that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. Inside, the atmosphere was hushed, broken only by the soft rustle of pages. We split up briefly to search for the next clue among the ancient tomes. I wandered slowly through the aisles, feeling both out of place and comforted by the timeless surroundings. Finally, near a collection of leather-bound volumes, I spotted a scrap of paper tucked between two heavy books. At that moment, I felt Ethan’s presence beside me. Our shoulders brushed, and I tensed for an instant before he casually stepped back with a small

The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall. The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING SHAKES ASTER LANE, PROMINENT BUSINESSMAN DAMON SINCLAIR INVOLVED. The reporter’s voice was detached, the way people sounded when they were discussing tragedies that had nothing to do with them.

No, this was the real shit, pure and raw, that kind of happy that makes you hate yourself for ever thinking she’d only ever look that way at you. I rolled over, pulse hot and jagged, and found Selina sprawled beside me. Not asleep. Eyes half-open, mouth parted like she’d just bitten through a secret. She’d been reading me for hours—of course she had; it was the only hobby she cared about anymore, other than breaking my self-control. If you ever meet a psychic, don’t fuck them. That’s my life lesson. They’ll know the exact moment you want to come and the exact moment you want to throttle them for it.

The roar of the crowd faded behind them as Riven dragged Elowen through a narrow side door into the club’s dimly lit back corridors. His grip on her wrist was firm but not bruising yet. Blood still streaked his knuckles and chest, making the hard lines of his tattooed torso look even more savage under the flickering bulbs. Elowen’s heart raced, her bare feet stumbling to keep up with his long strides. The tiny shorts were soaked between her thighs now, her arousal impossible to ignore after the public humiliation and the sight of him destroying Jaxor Veyl.

"Aurora, this is Sinclair and the guy that won't be talking very much is Sinan. They will be outside of your door to keep an eye on you." That means they will be making sure that I behave and stay in my room. It has been days and I still haven't seen this Alpha of their nor do I still know why I'm here for. Maisa kept me entertain the best she could. She brought me many books to read, games that I can play card games with her, and even a tv to watch. I haven't met anyone else besides Maisa, Sinan, and Sinclair. As I'm sitting on the bed reading Child of the moon. When I hear someone that sounded, I lot like Damien. I walked over to the door to listen in what they were saying.

Xavier approached him. “Hey,” he said, lowering his voice. “You know Cynthia Sinclair’s locker?” The boy blinked rapidly, clearly both intimidated and intrigued. “Good. Slip this inside for me. Quietly. No one should see you,” Xavier instructed, pressing a few bills into the boy’s hand. “Do it right.”