Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ The first thing I did was erase my past. Sinclair Industries had been a name tied to Damian. A name people whispered with admiration—or fear. But it wasn’t mine. I needed something new. A.S. Enterprises. Sleek. Powerful. Unapologetically mine. “You’re making your first move.” Killian leaned back in his chair, watching as I signed the final set of legal documents. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

"You feel uhm-" Tyler did. And like i said, he knew exactly what to say. "Zach. Your book-" Tyler's eyes suddenly widened by an idea. "Harry Jayson Moore. Moore, your book" He started as Zach turned to him. "You were right, i never understood it but then you left and i checked him out, on Google. At least I understand that-" He paused. "You did?" Zach asked. "Jayson Moore. The Rockstar stroke amazing gamer. Well the one that died a year ago, just to sure we're talking about the same person-" Tyler added and you could tell the unease drifted slowly from Zachary's void eyes.

Chiseled cheekbones sloped down to a square jaw and sculpted lips, while deep brown eyes glinted behind glasses that only heightened his appeal. Without them, his attractiveness would’ve been cold, almost intimidating in its perfection, but with them currently occupying his face, he was approachable. Human. "Do I make you nervous, Rosalie?" Mr Sinclair asks "N-no, sir," I mutter weakly. I seem to be doing that an awful lot around him. He smirks, his eyes graze over my face and stop on my lips before he chuckles and steps back, looking away. He's silent for up to a minute, and I make sure to keep my eyes down, completely avoiding his intimidating gaze. "Go and get your work done." He tells me

I sat there with my hands on the keyboard and my tea going cold and something very calm and very wrong settling over me. They were telling me I had just been inseminated with a stranger's sample. I read it a third time to make sure I hadn't misunderstood. I hadn't. I typed the name from the legal notice into the search bar with fingers that were not entirely steady. Cael Sinclair. The results loaded instantly. Pages of them. Sinclair Industries. Billionaire. Portland-based. Thirty-four years old. Private, notoriously private, barely a personal photograph anywhere, mostly press shots from corporate events where he stood at the edge of the frame like he'd agreed to be photographed the way oth

Momentarily, he sighed and nodded his head in agreement. "You did well in your job too, Jinx. Too bad your father didn't make it," the man uttered with a cold voice. Jinx clenched his jaw upon hearing about his father. He's still alive but they jailed him. Jinx Seymour. The man with the silver eyes is Lord Carnak Seymour's only child. Since then, their family has been serving the royal family, and they have vowed to remain loyal to the family for the rest of their lives. "They didn't kill him but they imprisoned him in Black Mountain," Jinx said.

Looking at Sinful, I see a slow smile creep across his face. “I had to give him another body of course, but there he is, our secret weapon,” I murmur, watching the way he stares back at me, green eyes fierce beyond anything else. I had to let him keep the eyes. It would be an injustice not to do so. Poor Ren. Who knows how long he will remain down here. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time Fate,” Sinful says, nudging me. “You really have.”

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Elarwyn would rebuild—Mara would fix cars, Javi would heal, and the town would keep standing. And Ashley Smith? She had a name, a target, and a plan.

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.