Invincible Sinclair Voice Actor Novels & Stories

“Do you even know who you're speaking to? Do you have a death wish?” I expected the man to be scared, but the man didn’t even blink. He smiled. “Mr. Matthew Sinclair, of course I know who you are, sir.” Matthew stepped closer. “Then you better fuck off.” The man remained still, his hands neatly folded in front of him. “And that is exactly why I’m still giving you respect. Because you’re one of the Sinclairs. If you were someone else, I would have had you escorted out, no matter who you were, sir.”

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.

“Mrs. Dubois, please, let’s not make things worse. Julian is Vincent’s most trusted aide. If he’s being discreet, I’m sure Vincent has his reasons. We should respect that.” It was a save of face— and Clarisse seized it, smoothing her dress with trembling hands. “Fine. On account of Miss de Vries’s request, I’ll let it go. For now.” The tension in the room was a taut wire, thrumming with unspoken accusations. And that was when the door swung open again. “Well, doesn’t this look like a funeral for a clown?” said a crisp, familiar voice millions would recognize. All heads turned. Framed in the doorway, swathed in a fox-fur coat that likely cost more than the entire security system they’d been r

“Yes, I mean Roman Sinclair Sr. You killed him and his two sons seven years ago during a turf war. Remember we never found the last son because he was aboard and then he went off grid after that.” That fucking bastard. Now, he's back as Mark Luxembourg. And I'm very sure he didn't come back to America because he missed McDonald's.

The figure tilted his head slightly, almost like he was amused. Sinclair’s voice turned cold. “I trained him.” My heart skipped. “What?” “He was one of mine.” The figure raised a hand slowly, as if greeting us from across the flames. Sinclair’s eyes darkened. “And now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “he thinks he can take everything from me.” “Sinclair,” I whispered, fear creeping in, “what’s his name?” His jaw tightened as the man began walking toward us through the firelight.

He caught himself on the edge of the vanity, eyes flashing dangerously as he straightened. “What does it look like?” he shot back, lips curling into a taunting smirk..My stomach dropped. Was he insane? What games did he think he was playing?!!! Sinclair let out a sharp, humourless laugh. His eyes were dead and bloody hell he looked just like an enraged Alaric. The Von Duvall blood was terrifying..“You’ve got some nerve. Making out with my fiancée in a dressing room?” he sneered. "Aren't you scared of the consequences?"

Wasn’t Sinners’ lead guitarist named Brian Sinclair? One of the men seated in the booth turned his head to scratch his chin with his shoulder. Despite his mirrored sunglasses, she instantly recognized vocalist Sedric Lionheart. Her heart rate kicked up a couple notches. It was Sinners. “I am so fucking drunk!” Brian yelled. He rolled off the table, knocking over several empty beer glasses, and landed on the laps of two of his companions. They dumped him unceremoniously on the floor.

At this point, he turns to look at Sin, who is now conscious and seated on the floor at the edge of the wall with blood covered all over his face. “Sinclair, he tried to murder me, because he was angry that our father crowned me the supreme ruler of the vale instead of him, I've always been much stronger than Sinclair, its impossible to kill a man like me, and out of anger I banished Sinclair from the vale, never to return with the penalty of death.” “All these years, Sinclair has tried to play the good guy and hide the real him from everyone. He has spent years trying to paint himself as the good guy, but he isn't who you think he is.” He explained to us.

"The family doctor already told us—you're perfectly healthy. There's nothing wrong with you at all! You only wanted to steal the Moonviolet serum to kill Meg! Evelina Sinclair, how can you be so vicious?" Alaric stood protectively in front of Megan Sinclair's bed, blocking me from getting any closer. "Evelina, if you dare bully Meg again, I'll drive you out of the Sinclair family! I, Silas Sinclair, do not have a daughter as selfish and malicious as you! Had I known you were this cruel, I never would have brought you back five years ago!" I looked up to see my father, Silas Sinclair, my mother, Seraphina Harrington, and my brother, Alaric, standing side by side to form a protective wall arou

“I would never embarrass you, Mom.” From the proud look on her face, you could tell he was her favorite child. “Uncle.” Patrick stood up respectfully. Christian Sinclair. CEO of Sin Apex Technologies. The same man Patrick looked up to and looked forward to meeting again since he’d spent the last few years abroad. The same man whose room I drunkenly went into and spilled all my secrets to. He was Patrick’s uncle. I was so fucked.