Da Sinclair Invincible Novels & Stories

"Run the car over her body, Sinclair" • • • • • •

Some of the comments: “My mentor pulling some major shi🔥🔥🔥🏎️📈” Amar FX “Y’all, that is the most expensive car in the world right now. Who is this man?” - Dino “I really wish I was her. I don’t care what I have to do. How can I be her guys?😩” - Tania “Omo! This guy Dey pack am wetin no good. Nothing una want tell me. Forget say na oyibo, na blood money.” - Segun

Otherwise, I was wondering how she could count on us for not running away. When Benji was done showing me around, he left with the Macho who gave him a hickey when they were outside. Benji had such a fresh mark on his neck that no one could ignore. I didn’t know macho was gay too, good for them. Cindy and I had lunch by the female chef after getting fresh. It was one of the delicious green beans I ever had with carbs and a signature golden sauce.

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

“Now!” Ashley’s vision sharpened in terror. One Iron Fang tried to flank them, moving wide to strike from behind. Jax pivoted mid-roll, firing low. The attacker dropped with a scream. Another Fang bolted for the van. Ace revved his bike, forcing the van to skid violently. Tires spun, gravel sprayed, dust choking her nose. The van fishtailed before disappearing into the black desert night, leaving a wounded Fang groaning on the asphalt.

“I have a list of Carter’s offshore accounts—ones that aren’t exactly legal. He’s been laundering money through shell companies, and if the right people were to get their hands on this information…” Pierre raised a brow, impressed. “Interesting. And what about Sinclair?” She smirked. “His investors have always been his greatest asset. But what if I could turn them against him? If I can give them a better alternative—an offer that ensures higher returns with lower risks—they’ll reconsider their loyalty.” Pierre chuckled, shaking his head. “You are a dangerous woman, Ms. Evans. I like that.” He extended his hand. “Consider me intrigued. Let’s make Sinclair and Carter regret underestimating you

Maybe this opponent would put up a fight worthy of the Imperial Navy! At the edge of the fight Bravo squadron was helping Invictus break the shields of the adversary with long range lance strikes. The two frigates could close in and join the fight at close range, but that would have to wait. Both Firestorm commanders agreed that Invictus would need the space to manoeuvre for now, considering the damage she had taken. Going head on with a lance vessel with no shields was asking for trouble. As far as Bravo squadron was concerned, Price could count himself lucky with the hits she had taken.

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

Against better judgment, I answered. "Marcus Lothan? Congratulations on your legal victory. This is Harrison Sinclair. I've been following your case with great interest.” Harrison Sinclair. A Texas billionaire, oil and tech fortune, notoriously difficult to impress. "Mr. Sinclair. What can I do for you?" "I'm calling to discuss a business proposition. Your legal troubles are resolved. Your company's reputation survived intact. I think Lothan Industries and Sinclair Enterprises could benefit from partnership. Specifically, I'm interested in your sustainable luxury

But Sinclair ignores this, holding the nation’s champion up with his fist alone. “If you ever,” Sinclair whispers, “ever again raise your voice at my favorite child – Princess Ariel Sinclair, goddess-born, a fucking angel on this earth – if you ever dare to yell at her like that? Ever again?” Luca’s whole body shakes as Sinclair brings his mouth very, very close to his ear. “Then I’ll fucking rip your heart out, Luca Grant. And I mean that very, very literally.” With a vicious shove, Sinclair casts Luca away from him, disgusted.