Invincible Sinclair Voice Actor Novels & Stories

I said seriously. He sighed. “I know, Dad. I lost control for a split second.” “You got it back real quick when she put that gun to your forehead,” I smirked. “Sinclair is a good woman. She has been through a lot in her life, son. She hasn’t let the ugliness of this world shape her into a bad person either.” “That’s what I keep hearing,” he replied as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I said seriously. He sighed. “I know, Dad. I lost control for a split second.” “You got it back real quick when she put that gun to your forehead,” I smirked. “Sinclair is a good woman. She has been through a lot in her life, son. She hasn’t let the ugliness of this world shape her into a bad person either.” “That’s what I keep hearing,” he replied as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Voice raw. “I was once a prisoner of silence. Now I speak for the dead.” I told them about the Architect. About the prototype. About Valen’s betrayal. I ended with this: “If I burn, I burn to cleanse. Not to conquer. Choose what you believe in—but know this: I will never stop fighting for those who were used and discarded. I am Ivy Sinclair. I am the fire they tried to drown.” For hours after, there was silence. Then the grid exploded. In every language.

Elena countered, her voice remaining exceptionally calm and as flat as ice. The man let out a low chuckle—a crisp, thoroughly charming sound—as he removed his designer sunglasses. "Ah, razor-sharp. But I am no stranger, Elena. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vincent. Vincent Sinclair." Elena arched a single eyebrow, making no immediate effort to return the man's extended hand. "Sinclair? Are you part of the prominent Sinclair family back in London?" "Precisely. And more importantly, I happened to be a schoolmate and university classmate of your husband, Liam Harrington," Vincent voiced with a subtle, highly knowing smirk. Without asking for permission, he pulled out the chair direct

the host announced smoothly, “please welcome one of the fastest-growing innovators in global technology…” Applause echoed loudly across the room. “The CEO of SinTech Global, Mr. Kylan Sinclair…” A dark-skinned man stepped onto the stage beside Ariana, immediately commanding attention with unsettling ease. Kylan Sinclair. Of course. I’d heard of him. I just didn’t realized he’d grown the audacity to walk into my city and start up something without approaching the likes of me. Then the voice continued. “…along with SinTech’s CFO and co-owner, Ms. Aria Forbes.”

Who would have thought the quick-reflexed gang leader would fall prey to a stun mine? “Now that we have calmed down, shall I begin introductions? I am Khronos Sinclair, a scientist, an author, a system programmer among many things. My hobbies include human watching, taking things apart and putting them back together. My age is a secret but was born even before the Great Explosion, being one of the few people experimenting on Plantiumite before it happened. I hate cleaning and exposure to bright lights, it’s nice to meet you both!” That was a lengthy and exceptionally weird introduction but I won’t do the same. “Why did you stop the Pantiumite supply?”

At this moment I know he is someone who held an important position in the national federation. “I am Dennis Sinclair. You can call me Mr. Sinclair from now on Ms. Vermillion. May I?” he gestured to the seat beside me. I nodded slightly. “I am aware what you and the boy went through. I am so sorry you have to experience that.” His tone sound apologetic. But the strings around him are covered in tint black. Like a thin strip of coal. He does not mean a single word coming out of his mouth. “I wish to give you another chance. Both you and the boy.” Pause. “ Tell me everything you remembered under the supervision of Ms. Adeline. What did you see? What did you hear?”

Will hissed and squinted his eyes at the sudden burst of bright light. “Hi, Una.” He forced his eyes to open when he heard the sound of a voice that only belonged to Sinclair. “I’m sorry I had to drug you, sweetheart. I didn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t have cooperated,” Sinclair said, crouching in front of Una who remained unresponsive. “You bastard!”

That was in the past. But now? Our present? I have no fucking clue what to make of our present. Sinclair shoves his phone in his pocket, huffing out in frustration. “Mi Valienta,” he says, all affection gone from his voice. “They’re here.”

Ye heard Joram snort and stand up. After a few seconds, Claire's voice came on the phone and Alek almost moaned at the way his body relaxed. "Hello?" "Claire Fischer," He said. "My bodyguard called me Claire Von Sinclair," she replied. "And I think that is more suitable given the circumstances." "Claire Von Sinclair," Alek muttered under his breath, trying not to allow the pleasure he felt to seep into his voice. "That does not sound bad." Claire chuckled, making him smile even wider. He wondered how he looked, grinning like a teenage boy.