Lester Sinclair Novels & Stories

I went back to the kitchen on legs that felt strangely lighter. I picked up my phone. I opened my notes, scrolled to the bottom—past the positioning, past the questions, past Diana’s careful layers of holding companies, and added one more line. ‘Robert Sinclair. He knows something. Pay attention.’ I stared at the words. Then I looked at the east wing door, still closed, where Celeste Vane continued her calls, building whatever empire she was building, completely unaware that the most powerful position in this apartment had just shifted—quietly, irreversibly into new hands.

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.

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.“

Zachary muttered puzzled. "That's not my uncle's business so he wouldn't care if someone else did." I said as Zachary nodded. "So who's the psychopath ?" Zachary asked. "Sinclair." I answered, the room was quiet for a sec. "How is that possible, what's even his reason ?" Zachary questions. I sighed sucking in some breaths. "To stay relevant, we might have stolen a greedy amount of spotlight so getting us almost killed was a way of redirecting the spotlight. He's used the opportunity to decorate my ward with gifts, I had to come here in order to breath." I complained in the end. "So I almost died because some jackass wanted to stay relevant ?" Zachary said furrowing his brows.

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 ?”

“Really nose to the grindstone things. I mean, I know you all work hard at Sinclair and stuff, don’t get me wrong. But Oriri is in a different league. None of that corruption you’ve got over there. If you ever think about jumping ship, I always need a new secretary… And you know you don’t want to end up like… Oh, what was his name? Burt?” “Burt Stevenson,” she glimmered. This was going to need a different approach. “I think you actually knew one of his relatives… His cousin? Steven?” The blood drained completely from his face, leaving the gin rose lonely at the tip of his nose. She had him. Bled out, like a caught fish. Suddenly, his hand fastened around her wrist, hard, pinning it to the ba

I wanted ginger right now and never wanted anyone to stop me from getting it. “Zara, Zara Hun”, l called as I made my way to the kitchen. “Am over here darling”, She responded loudly. “I have already made your ginger tea”, She smiled when she saw me standing up in the door way. I smiled sweetly too but my smile I’mmediately faded away when my eyes fall on Leslee. She was in the kitchen with her cold cobalt eyes boring eyes into me.

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.