Invincible Sinclair Voice Actor Novels & Stories

"Sinclair...Wait! You mean he's from THAT Sinclair?" Ronald adjusted his bed to lie flat, his finger sliding across encrypted files on his tablet. "SCA Corporation announced last week that General Ferdinand Sinclair's youngest son has returned to America to take over SCA's operations in the Americas. He was raised in England—" He enlarged a blurry surveillance screenshot. "And happens to share the same profile as our 'nobody.'" Gia bit her lower lip, looking down, lost in thought. "So this whole charade of yours is to win over Cecilia? In case she takes revenge on you?"

Referring to the three lords. "Caught up by the piranhas, toads, and slugs," Sandringham smirked. Sinclair laughed. It was the sweetest sound ever. The first one he heard from her. "What do you say we rescue them?" He asked her softly. "Yes, let's," she agreed with a beaming smile. "Whipped," his peer murmured. "Shut up, Sandringham." It was true and he was proud of it. ***

"I can tell that you are new to this hotel and probably new to this city as well." He paused for a moment, then continued speaking in a calm but confident voice. "I am Liam Sinclair of Sinclair Corporation. Perhaps you have heard that name before." When the receptionist heard the name "Sinclair," her eyes went wide and her whole body seemed to shake a little bit. She had never seen Liam in person before, but she had definitely heard about the Sinclair family and their powerful business empire. Everyone in the business world knew about the Sinclairs and how much money and influence they had.

I slap his shoulder, feeling almost relaxed, for the first time since Flame went missing and I like it. "Oh yes, do it harder… no, no, wait…" He mimics struggling to wrench his potential vampire mates' teeth from his neck. "Ok, that's made me feel better, maybe I'm ok with wait…" He stops talking, both our heads snapping towards the raised voices we hear coming from inside the cells and, as one, we race inside. "Don't you fucking die too. Not yet." Levi, my father's Gamma, shouts as he wrenches one of the rogues from his chains. The guy is convulsing, saliva and bile spilling from his mouth as he grins maniacally at us all.

'Luca bring some of the' before I can complete my orders to Luca I'm hit with a sudden wave of extreme pain. "Forces of dark and light undo the bond that unit two souls" the words chant in the wind causing the pain to surround me and force me to my knees. "You Alpha Nixon Marsh of the Night Moon pack are now bound to me" the chanted echo stops but the pain remains, strangling the very air from my lungs. "I told you it would be me" Viviana says stepping out from the shadows as if appearing out of thin air. "What the fuck did you do" I struggle to say as I find my bearings and stumble to my feet.

I wanted my son to be proud of me. “You're shaking.” Sinclair sat me down at the table near my bag and cooler. “Are you afraid? I thought you were a brave woman ready to do anything for your son.” “You're an a**hole,” I swore. “My father owes you. Why are you doing this to me? I don't know you. What have I done wrong to you?” Sinclair caressed my thigh. Even though I wore long jeans, I could feel the warmth of his palm on my skin. He gazed hungrily at my lips. I didn't back away or dodge when he got closer.

And that’s who she is—a fresh face to keep him entertained. “Please, have a seat, Mrs. Lawrence,” a man in a suit says. He doesn’t seem like hotel staff, so I assume he’s the officer handling this mess. “Sinclair,” I correct him sharply. “I’m Vivienne Sinclair. Not attached to any Lawrence anymore.” My words land like a slap across Caden’s face. His jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing at me like I’ve just spat in his face. Good. Let him stew in it. He deserves every second of this discomfort.

This house was a tool, just like everything else. As I pushed open the heavy oak door to the study, the Sinclair reps turned toward me, three men and one woman, all in tailored suits, their faces a mix of caution and calculated politeness. Standing in front was a silver-haired man, probably in his late fifties, whom I assumed to be the one who called the shots. A face I had never seen before since the start of this deal. He stood first, extending his hand. "Mr. Grey. Good to see you in person," he said, his voice firm and fearless. “I'm Mr. Victor Sinclair.”

“My, my, my. Who do we have here?” “Hello, ma'am. My name's Lucas Sinclair. Pleasure to meet you.” “Sinclair, you say? You do look familiar…. Oh!” She snaps her fingers as she remembers. “I saw you on TV the other day. You're THE Lucas Sinclair, of Sinclair Industries.”

A polite male voice sounded from the call, "Hello, Ms. Sinclair. I'm one of the staff members of the Treasure Talkers crew. We would like to extend our invitation for you to participate in another episode of our show." Holly accepted the invitation on the spot. Regardless of the person behind her slander, she was determined to turn the tables and prove them wrong.