Da Sinclair Invincible Novels & Stories

Clarissa A tall and buff man entered the arena and blew out his whistle to make everybody pay attention. Then the council head got up and started his small speech, “Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome all the pack members to the colosseum of Jundra and the trial by combat requested by Dacre Caldwell, son of Alpha Thaddeus of the Thornglass pack from the south. Along with him, Silas Bryce, one of their pack members has also put his name forward to fight.

Reluctantly, he looked sideways. Parked in the visitor’s circle was a sleek, silver luxury sedan. He knew that car, it's Noah’s mother’s car. His stomach twisted. What now? He forced his breathing to steady, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and composed his features into something neutral before walking over. As he approached, the driver’s side window slid down with a soft hum. Sarah Grayson sat behind the wheel, an elegant woman in her early forties, her dark sunglasses reflecting his tired face back at him. She adjusted them slightly.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I said, a flush rising on my cheeks, "For seven days. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Walking on the beach, swimming. He wanted me naked. He said he didn't want any barriers." "Oh my God," Clara breathed, fanning herself with her hand. "That is... that is the filthiest, most possessive thing I have ever heard. Did you do it?" "I did" I whispered. I told her about the infinity pool at night, the way the water glowed blue. I told her about the shower in the jungle. I told her about the gun. Clara was staring at me with pure awe. "You? Sofia Chris? You held a gun?"

“Next time, try keeping your secrets in a better hiding place.” Adrian’s gaze flicked to the laptop on his desk, then back to her. His jaw tensed, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he knelt beside the intruder, yanking off the mask. The man was unfamiliar to Juniper, but Adrian’s expression darkened. “Damon Sinclair,” he muttered. Juniper crossed her arms. “Should I know that name?” Adrian let out a humorless laugh. “CEO of Sinclair Tech. And a royal pain in my ass.”

My jaw ached from clenching it too hard. Sera thought she could humiliate him? That she could replace him with her? My grip on the phone tightened before i exhaled sharply and dialed a number. "Mr. Carter," a smooth voice answered. "I need information," I said coldly. "Everything you can find on Raven Sinclair. Every business dealing. Every connection. Every weakness." The man on the other end chuckled. "Ah, I see. The little vixen has become a problem." My eyes darkened. "She took what’s mine. And I want to know exactly where to strike."

We were leaning against the car with Claud definitely conversing with Alexander through the phone when another car pulled up beside ours. I shift my gaze to the car, my eyes widening in horror when Damien fucking Vincenzo steps out of the car.

“Because of her?” He didn’t answer. Vivienne took another sip and hummed thoughtfully. “Sinclair, was it? Nora Sinclair?” Adrian’s jaw twitched. “Don’t.” “Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, voice laced with false innocence. “It’s just… the name sounds familiar.” He stiffened. “What do you mean?” “I’m sure it’s nothing. But I remember the name Sinclair from one of your father’s briefings. Small, family-owned company. Struggling financially. I think Victor called it ‘ripe for absorption.’”

“And now, it’s over.” Sinclair leaned back in his chair. “You think you can force me out?” Fiona met his gaze. “We don’t need to. The evidence speaks for itself.” Sinclair exhaled, shaking his head. Then, slowly, he began to clap. “Well played,” he said. “Truly.” Darwin’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game.” Sinclair smirked. “Oh, but it is. And you’re about to realize that I don’t lose.”

Sinclair’s eyes flashed yellow. “I’m going to rip your head off,” he growled, canines elongated and he prepared to shift. “You think you can fucking kidnap my daughter and get away with it?” “Dad stop!” Evelina yelled, suddenly moving towards us. “Evelina stay back!” I said sharply, reprimanding her. Sinclair was so angry, his wolf might inadvertently hurt her! Then I’d have no choice but to kick his ass.