Lester Sinclair Novels & Stories

I shifted my gaze toward the window, forcing myself to gather what little I knew about Paul Sinclair—my father—before I ever knew he was my father. “The Sinclair family was the second most prominent family in Norland,” I said slowly. “My father, Paul Sinclair, founded the Sinclair Group from scratch. He expanded into multiple industries—construction, cosmetics, luxury goods, jewelry, food production. He was known as a relentless workaholic. That’s how the company grew so quickly.” I paused, absorbing the weight of it. “There’s almost nothing about his private life. He was extremely reserved. The only consistent rumor was that he had one daughter.”

Then I heard his voice clearly. “…I said I’ll handle it,” he was saying. Handle what? I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer. “And how exactly are you planning to do that?” another voice replied. A man. Lucky Mac. I didn’t recognize it. I leaned in slightly, trying to hear better. “I’ll figure it out,” Mac said, his tone sharper now. “This isn’t something you ‘figure out,’” the man snapped. “You’re already pushing your luck.” My brows furrowed. What were they talking about?

the coordinator laugh and his body shivers along the line. "So we are going to introduce a man that is fashionable, handsome has blue iced eyes, dark haired with a aura of dominance, he is well respected among people, his name is Adrian Sinclair the CEO of Sinclair enterprises, one of the fastest growing company in New York" he introduced me. Many people stood up to clap for me and I stood up bowing my head and then putting my hands on my chest trying to show respect to people. The coordinator came closer to us and he gave me the microphone.

Then he freed his cock, thick and heavy, and rubbed the leaking head up and down her soaked slit. “Scream all you want,” Marcus said coldly as he lined himself up. “Soundproof is activated.” He slammed every inch into her in one brutal thrust. “Ahh...Fuckk ...!” Nina cried out, the sound echoing uselessly in the sealed office. Marcus didn’t give her a second to adjust. He gripped her hips and started pounding her hard against the desk, the heavy wood creaking under the force. Each thrust drove her forward, her nipples dragging across the smooth surface.

To the Big DILF’s cabin? I laugh so loud I snort, fingers flying. Me: His name is Nick. And yes. Daddy’s orders. Sabrina: He’s gonna ruin you. On a bearskin rug. In front of a fireplace. While holding a whiskey. Me: You’ve been real quiet since you realized you’d be into it too. Sabrina: Bitch, I encourage it. Climb that man like a jungle gym. Leave your earrings on the mantel like a power move. Me:

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I hear voices that I can’t quite make out, and a few moments later, the door is swinging open wider, two large men striding inside. I immediately know which one is Alpha Xavier. He stands taller than the man he walked in with, and he struts inside exuding power, dominance, and pure evil. His hair is dark, shaved on the sides and long on top, and a thick layer of dark stubble coats his jawline. Tattoos crawl up his neck and disappear beneath the collar of his dark t-shirt, which is accompanied by a leather jacket, distressed jeans, and big black boots. His skin is tanned like he’s spent every day in the sun, and his eyes are so dark they’re almost black. They land on me, and a shiver travels

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

I trail off, not able to put my riotous emotions into words. Sinclair exhales deeply and stands, his thumb brushing back and forth along my cheek. “And that’s what I’m afraid of.” He admits. “If something happens to me, I want you as far away from that danger as possible.” I gnaw on my lower lip, averting my eyes as tears well. “Then there’s really no way I can change your mind?” “No, Ella.” Sinclair confirms. “My mind is made up.” He towers over me, his wolf flashing in his eyes. “Now, about this climbing bookcases business…” ____________________

But it was one particular headline that caught my attention. Lucas Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Industries, expands Sinclair Industries' global reach with his latest acquisition. I leaned back, my mind working quickly. Sinclair Industries. I knew that name. He was the man who had been backing Richard McAllister in acquiring this building I had sought and I now presently owned, before pulling out. But yet, Richard had still pretended to be in cahoots with him. I wonder if things were really as innocent as they seemed from his end. Lucas Sinclair.