Da Sinclair Invincible Novels & Stories

“The numbers...” “Kill the numbers,” Vega snapped. “Spin it again. Make it pity, manipulation, whatever sells.” But the assistant hesitated. “Sir… the networks are siding with her. Even Sinclair Media. They’re calling it the most authentic statement of her career.” Vega froze at that name, Sinclair. His fury sharpened. “Of course,” he muttered. “Damien Sinclair. He’s in on this.” He looked out at the city lights, the empire he once thought he ruled, and for the first time, it felt smaller.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

There's no way she'd argue after I just saved her father's company from bankruptcy. After Grandpa passed I've made my area of the Sinclair conglomerate bigger than it ever was. So have my brothers, Ares and Maverick. Our last name is known in every part of the world, and everyone knows it would be a privilege to work or be associated with a Sinclair. Natalia is fully aware that our marriage is purely business and she's happy as long as the money in her account is bottomless. Ares and Maverick are convinced she's a gold digger who's only with me for my money and the privileges our last name provides. They've asked why I've not gotten a divorce, because we all know that I don't need her father

[Sinclair: I need him to think I’m loyal to him, so when I ‘die’, he believes it was an accident. [Adrian: I see. How do you plan to make him believe your loyalty?] [Sinclair: Um…I’m going to agree to be his Luna.] [Adrian: NO!] [Sinclair: Hear me out. I’m not going to cross any lines. But he may kiss me, and I will need to let that happen.] [Adrian: FUCK NO! MINE!] [Sinclair: Always yours. This is only to make him trust me wholeheartedly. When I ‘die’, he will be too devastated to act immediately.]

Sinclair said as I hissed. "And what would you gain from that ? I asked. "Payback for ruining my reputation. Now that the bastard is death I have a chance in winning this election." Sinclair said admitting he could never win without playing dirty. "I didn't do anything, you were the dick that held me at gunpoint, all you got was backlash." I yelled but at this point I was just wasting my breath. "If not for your blood money you'd be in jail right now." I said.

I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private. “Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.” I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows. His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare chest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy stil

The business of the moment begins as Mr Mitchell is relentless in his heavy seduction taking Amelia straight into the wings of uncontrollable desire. She can't just understand why it is just so hard for her to resist whenever this man begins his heartless relentless sweet touches. She can't just understand why it is just so f****** hard why? Why the hell is it just so delicious that all she can do is moan and wail as Mr Mitchell slowly fondles with her sensitive properties slowly unbuttoning her shirt slipping it away from her body.

"What does he want that we can give him?" "Nothing," I said. "He wants to destroy us because our father destroyed his company fifteen years ago. This is revenge." Emma stopped pacing. "What?" "Victor Ashford crushed Hastings Corp in a hostile takeover back in 2010," I explained. "Corso's father lost everything and died broke two years later. Richard's been building his way back up specifically to take us down." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Emma demanded. "Because I thought we could outmaneuver him without dragging up old history," I said. "I was wrong."

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.