Naomi Sinclair Novels & Stories

Maya stood by wall, navy suit now with silver streak hair, foundation vest with 31 shelter pins, holding foundation report: SINCLAIR FOUNDATION — 31 SHELTERS — 31 CHEAP SUITCASES — FOREMAN $600 TEN YEARS STILL — DAUGHTER ELENA SINCLAIR BLACKWOOD AGE 10 "One, mother Ava Sinclair Blackwood left divorce night with one suitcase two weeks pregnant didn't know, returned as Chairwoman $50B, refused $2M, remarried with cheap suitcase full, birthed above bakery 2:17 AM, one year wooden spoon, ten years still month to month."

“Lily, this is a gift from Grandpa. Do you like it?” “Like!” the little girl declared without hesitation. The entire gathering stared in stunned silence at the heartwarming scene. Old Mr. Sinclair rose, took Naomi’s hand firmly in his own, and turned to face the crowd. “This is Naomi Hart, the true daughter of the Sinclair family. And this is Lily, my granddaughter. No matter who she is, she is a member of the Sinclair family.” His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept across every face present. That single look of absolute protection became the most unbreakable shield standing behind Naomi and Lily.

I thanked them and headed backstage, just in time for my performance. “Georgia, your mask.” Damien ran towards me, and I realized I wasn’t wearing my mask. “ ughh what would I do without you.” I collected the mask from him, and hugged him before heading on stage. At this club, I was known as SIN. I chose this name back then, due to the fact that I kept on thinking I was committing a sin by being a stripper. But now I’ve come to realize that I don’t have a choice. It’s a Sin yeah but I’ll rather live with this sin than allow that filthy man abuse me.