Mariah Sinclair Novels & Stories

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.

“Especially not from an unmated omega standing where she does not belong.” I let out a small laugh. “Where I do not belong?” I lifted my hand slowly, letting the diamond ring catch the light for him to see. Fabian’s eyes locked on the ring. His expression changed. “You seem confused,” I said, my voice calm. “Let me help you. I am not standing where I do not belong. I am standing exactly where I should be.” I took another step closer. “I am Mara Sinclair. " Another step. “Your Luna Queen."

Had not been allowed any contact beyond these stolen glances in a courtroom that felt more like a battlefield. "Coerced?" The prosecutor, a sharp-faced woman named Ellen Cross, stood with barely concealed contempt. "Miss Sinclair entered into a contract marriage with full knowledge of what she was agreeing to. She accepted five million dollars in exchange for her participation. That is not coercion. That is a business transaction."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

Aprils pov .............. A graveyard. I quickly turn to the next page and its as if the photographer had zoomed in on two particular grave stones. They read: Matthew Sinclair born on 20th April 1970 , died in 2000 . The date not certain. He was a leader, a brother ,a loving husband and a caring father. The other grave stone is bare except for the name Eve Sinclair. My tears are flowing like the River Nile and I can't stop them.

"So why Tour with Impin? how come Maria said like that. " "Yes, usually, she already has a new boyfriend again. Sin, her name is Felly, yesterday we went to see that she gave Silverqueen to Felly, and went home together on her motorbike." "Ehmmm, there are no foxes, children, is there no love and pity for me." "It's Sin, don't cry, what are you crying about for him." "Yes, Catur Sin said, don't you cry over boys like that, just find a boyfriend again."

As the sleek black car pulled up to the sprawling Sinclair estate, Aria stared in awe at the grandiose mansion that loomed before her. It wasn’t her first time seeing the Sinclair home, but now, as she stepped out of the car with her new title as Mrs. Sinclair, it felt entirely different. She had entered into this contract thinking she would be able to keep her distance, to play her part while remaining emotionally detached. But the weight of her new role pressed down on her with each passing second.

MaryAnne Sinclair was blunt as she put an arm around her daughter, comforting her, “never in the history of the world has a man failed to be persuaded by a woman’s looks and her charms. It’s how I got your father and became Luna of our pack.” It had taken work and effort, but in the end, she had managed to win that stupid man over and been all the better for it. She was set for life now and all because she'd refused to fail. Marissa needed to do the same. “But he died, and you haven’t looked at anybody else,” Marissa retorted, “you’ve always been my mother first and foremost, but don’t’ you want somebody to love and keep you company?”

It’s been fucking bliss. Sinclair is the only one who worries me. On the outside, she acts like she is okay. But when she thinks no one is watching her, I see her look at Aric and Poppy with longing. I know she keeps denying that she isn’t ready for a mate, but I am not stupid. She’s feeling lonely. She goes back and forth between Blackstone and Ironclaw and works herself tirelessly. I truly think it’s because she wants to exhaust herself to a point where she passes out at night without feeling lonely in her bed. “Okay, are we ready to test?” Sinclair said happily.