Enid Sinclair Novels & Stories

The Grand Imperial Opera House was bathed in warm amber spotlights. Crystal chandeliers hung low over tiers of red velvet seating, where the city’s top billionaires, oil tycoons, and old-money heiresses sat holding numbered golden bidding paddles. Tonight was the prestigious Imperial Diamond Auction—the most anticipated high-society event of the season. In the center of the third row sat Eleanor and Nicole Sinclair. After Nicole’s humiliating blacklist from the fashion district and Dane’s mysterious disappearance after his beating in the alley, the Sinclair family’s reputation was in tatters. Desperate to prove they were still elite royalty, Eleanor had secretly taken Harold’s master corpora

"Almost." I flipped through channels out of habit and landed on a local news break, some reporter standing outside a college quad with a mic, cameras flashing behind her hard enough to wash out half the shot. I almost changed it. Then I caught the name. "...confirming that Odette Sinclair, previously unknown to the public, is in fact the sole heir to the Sinclair pack fortune, one of the largest privately held wolf estates on the East Coast..." My glass hit the floor before I registered I'd let go of it.

Nadia asked directly. The woman's smile was thin, unbothered by the bluntness of the question. "My name is Eleanor Sinclair," she said. "Vivienne's mother, yes. But more importantly, I believe, the executor of a trust agreement that predates every version of this family's will you've managed to uncover so far — one that changes everything you both believe you're entitled to."

I watched Marcella walk around the flowing fountain, she sat in a gentle and feline way with a feathery hand stretched in the air, she dipped her hand in the pool and whirled it. Remy took over with fervent prayers and chants, calling on Enid and me to step forward and be the first partakers of the sprinkles. I remained quiet as Enid talked to a few Pack members before we stepped into the car. "You did better than I even imagined!" Drew Enid's assistant glanced back at me from the front seat. "I would have written you a speech but that was super relatable." "The goddess guards my heart." I smiled. Enid did not say a word to me but I knew he had a lot in store for me. I knew he was waiting fo

Cindy said, and Ramona gave them a glance before looking at the door one more time then placed her eyes on them. "Sorry, pardon my manners, I'm Ramona Lang Sinclair" Ramona introduced, and Cindy, and Tyla shared a glance before smiling. "Sinclair, like the Sinclair family. The Sinclair that owns hotels, schools, logistic companies, hospitals in this country" Tyla said, looking surprised and happy at the same time. "The Sinclair family that owns estates, and houses that celebrities are living in, they did bridges, and roads too. Oh my gosh, is this real" Cindy exclaimed, with bright emotions purely shown in her voice.

"I was just running for my life. I am no athlete. I only did what was best at that moment." "You run really fast.” Not as fast as her. With her really long legs and her… When I turned to look at her, I realized she was teasing and playfully bit her on the arm. It was a joke. But seriously, why did everyone here seem extremely tall and huge? "The garden is so beautiful," Enid said after moments of silence. "This is where you can achieve true peace." "You seem to love being alone." Enid shrugged. "I am not a fan of people. I am tired and tired enough. I can't have some other person mess it up with chair."

I knew it didn’t pay much, but that would do the bills. I burrowed Keene’s car to drive to the town for my lunch. I remembered she was working today. I passed by her shop, and she was busy talking to the customers. I just drove back home disappointed. Neither was I in a mood to paint. I uploaded the pictures from the memory card to my laptop. I scanned the pictures of her that I captured secretly. It was taken from the deck before we went to town. I memorized every angle of her face. She could wear any contacts or colorful wigs, but I would bet anything, she was definitely the camgirl, Sindy Kate.

However, this is a conversation that needs to be had. Sinclair followed us. She is still holding Irene, who has now fallen asleep in her wrap. Phoenix is slowly following in his sister’s footsteps. After we closed the door to Aiden’s office, Sinclair sat on the couch and rubbed Irene’s head, which made her smile in her sleep. My heart melts. If any man tries to hurt her in the future, he’s dead. She is my princess. “Sinclair,” Aiden begins in a low voice, so he doesn’t wake our pups. “While you were away, Adrian and I started talking about the future, after the war.”

Cliché, but effective for private conversations. Margaret waited inside, expensive coat over designer clothes, looking like she belonged at a gallery opening rather than a warehouse. "Blake Thompson. Thank you for coming." "What do you know about Sinclair?" "Direct. I appreciate that. Harrison Sinclair has a daughter. Isabella. She's twenty-nine, runs a luxury lifestyle brand, and she's spoiled, beautiful, and has a hobby." "What kind of hobby?" "Collecting married men. Specifically, faithful married men she seduces as ego validation.

After stating my name and who I was there to see into the intercom, the large iron gates creaked open and I drove into the large compound. The Sinclairs lived in one of those estate homes you'd think only existed in glossy Hollywood magazines. The grounds were immaculate and the house itself loomed so high I couldn't quite guess how many floors it had. I squinted against the sun and spotted the familiar figure of my mother-in-law bounding down the steps to greet me. "Elena, darling! I'm so glad you're here. I hope finding the place wasn't too much trouble." "No, not at all." I replied as she pulled me into a tight embrace, the warm scent of vanilla clinging to her. "You have a beautiful home