Jm Sinclair Novels & Stories

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

Her silence, her panic—oh, it was everything I needed. I almost smiled. Almost. But before I could savor it, before I could watch her crumble beneath my gaze, a shadow slid between us. I blinked, looking up…and my breath hitched. The janitor. God, he was even hotter up close. Blonde hair messy in that careless way, lips sharp and perfectly curved, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallowed Amara whole. That jawline…chiselled like it had been made to tempt. My eyes lingered a second too long before I snapped them away.

“Don’t go looking for these people.” “Why not?” “That man is Matthew Sinclair, an important member and one of the founders of St. Hubert Church, one of the most influential churches in the country.” Justin paused to position the baby properly as she drifted off to sleep. “He’s also a renowned gospel artist.” I waited for him to continue, trying to make sense of how this had anything to do with my mother. “The other members of the church are influential people who own big companies across the globe.” Justin waited for a reaction, just as the door creaked open slightly to reveal a blonde woman with blue eyes.

“Are you going to go in?” I jumped looking to see where the voice had come. A beautiful tall man stood before me. He wore a blue jacket with big brass buttons the shape of tiny flowers. His smile was almost illuminating. He was so gorgeous that I almost fainted. His dark brown hair swayed as he looked from me to the building.

Kimberly looked out at the tall building in front of them as the car began to slow down and finally came to halt. "Here we are. The Fred Empire." "It really good and big but Sir Damien's is thrice bigger than this." She glanced at the building from the car one more time before coming down. "The Dam-Ton Companies are the biggest and largest in every where you find it. Damien's family are really wealthy that the next twenty generation to come can never swim in poverty." Mr Ben told her. "Wow! I can't believe I'm hearing this!" Kimberly exclaimed. "And why is the boss not having a wife or maybe a girlfriend?"

Nixon stood tall among his warriors watching over the training situation that was taking place, he looked over catching my eyes and i smiled brightly and walked over to him and another good looked man with blue green eyes that looked like they were glowing as the sun light hit them. Nixon asked where i was of to and i told him to the shops with Nina then leaned over to give him a small peck on the lips, he leaned away taking a step back and i felt my eyes brim and the realization that he was ashamed of us came to the front of my mind.

A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was him—the man who often appeared on the financial news channels. Gregory Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Group. He was just standing there without saying a word, but his sheer presence was enough to make the air feel thicker. His cold gaze was on Anathea's hand, which was still holding the Carl's.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

His smile returned in full force as he settled down on it and motioned for me to do the same. “Please, Ms. Fairchild," he purred, "take a seat. Let's get down to business." As I settled into the chair, Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, a diamond ring flashing on his finger. “Ms. Fairchild,” He began as his voice dropped to a confidential whisper. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. Elijah Sinclair, COO of Gadget Inc., and, as of yesterday, a most fascinated admirer of your architectural prowess." He sure did know how to play the games. It was psychology to earn yourself in someone’s best book by making a nice statement about things they cherished the most.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."