Jean Sinclair Novels & Stories

she murmured absolutely while still examining the stone with a jewelers eye. Sinclair was watching her with intrest. He is in his early thirties. He met Oswald a few years ago when he started this business. And since then, Oswald used to buy some good stones from him. When Oswald mentioned that his daughter is a better designer and a top student in Celestine University, Sinclair was not convinced. A student with a keen sense of knowledge in gemstones is unbelievable. Until now. Nonetheless to say, Sinclair is really impressed. Her eyes, her excitement, and the way she was examining the details of the stone with so much intrest, he is more than just impressed.

Hearing Mrs Harrison angry voice, she went out of the room. Sinclair was the first person she saw amongst every other person there. As always Sinclair was dressed perfectly and he exuded a certain kind of charisma and charm in the clothes he was putting on. Sinclair smiled and cheered the photography crew but when he saw her from a distance, his smile disappeared and changed to an angry look.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while. I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was our first time trying it and it was already becoming a favourite. Silvana sighed, reaching over the table to rest her hand on mine. Her nails were painted a bright red, matching the colour of her hair. She had a concerned expression on her face when she spoke again, "You have no idea how sorry I am."

“You tell me, why didn’t you control yourself? As horrible as Patrick was, you didn’t have to cut off your nose to spite your face. I can help you fix Patrick and Selena. You didn’t have to ruin yourself for him.” Jean laughed self-deprecatingly. “I don’t want to be like that. I have had enough. I don’t want that.” She paused, her eyes reddening. “I don’t want to eat dirt like my mom. While those women are still enjoying a good life, my mom…” It was only then Jean showed the softer side of hers. She was only twenty-three. She wore no makeup. Hidden under her fair, delicate skin was uncompromising self-will.

“What did the woman do.this time?” With 'the woman', Sinclair was referring to his mother— my stepmother. He had dissociated himself from her because he held the belief that she was an abomination for hooking up with another man after his father died. Sinclair was drop-dead gorgeous with his sleepy green eyes and smooth voice. The first time I saw him, I was apprehensive because of his scarily inked body. “This has nothing to do with her.” I replied. “I need some emergency f…"

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

So she stood from her seat. In a couple of minutes, she sank into her office chair with a sigh, her eyes moving tiredly over the papers on her desk. “Ma’am?" A light knock sounded on her door and Zee walked in before Jules could let her in—like she knew Jules had no strength left to speak. She placed a couple of files on the table as she got to it. “This is the Sinclair document, ma'am," she said, taking one out. “This includes a rundown of their fashion house and departments that should be tempting enough for our A-list collaborators."

“I don’t need to, Ms. Leon, I’ve been around powerful men my whole life, I know the look women get when they think they’ve found one they can control – or fix, and I see that same look in you Ms. Leon, or should I say Skyla?” I stepped closer, my voice as brittle as ice. “Ypu don’t know shit, Ms Sinclair,” I muttered firmly through gritted. “I would gain nothing by controlling him. All I want is to destroy the man trying really hard to destroy me – bring him down to his knees. And if Xavier’s not standing in the way, then I don’t have a problem with him. Yet.” Her jaw ticked aggressively. “Enjoy your little theatrics while it lasts Ms Leon. But remember, you’re a scandal, I’m a Sinclair big

I can’t breathe as I feel blinded by the pain. “Oh, dear. I think he is having a heart attack,” Sinclair said. Her expression was cool and without any concern. “Help…me…,” I pleaded. Sinclair whispered in my ear. “Why would I help anyone who colluded with the man who kidnapped me, killed my parents, and my sister?” She stood up, and I felt my life waning. She looked at Julian. “Let’s go. He should sleep. Permanently.” Julian smirked. “I knew you were ruthless. Shall we go see Chad now?”

Her sister, Cynthia, found it difficult to watch someone as gorgeous as Jeanie become so turned-off from men and relationships because of Don. Cynthia knew that Jeanie could have any man she wanted, but she usually went along with whomever was the most persistent in pursuing her, which meant she usually dated (and married), aggressive assholes.