Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

Sinclair’s wrist with a shove, forcing the older man a step back. Mr. Sinclair rubbed at his wrist, his face pale now, the bluster drained from him. He opened his mouth, shut it again, then turned toward Elena with a glare meant to sear, but his voice faltered. “This… this attitude of yours...” Roman cut him off, his tone razor sharp. “Enough.” The finality in that single word left no room for argument. Mr. Sinclair swallowed hard, his jaw tight, then turned on his heel and stormed out, the echo of his footsteps fading into the hall.

the host announced smoothly, “please welcome one of the fastest-growing innovators in global technology…” Applause echoed loudly across the room. “The CEO of SinTech Global, Mr. Kylan Sinclair…” A dark-skinned man stepped onto the stage beside Ariana, immediately commanding attention with unsettling ease. Kylan Sinclair. Of course. I’d heard of him. I just didn’t realized he’d grown the audacity to walk into my city and start up something without approaching the likes of me. Then the voice continued. “…along with SinTech’s CFO and co-owner, Ms. Aria Forbes.”

"I can tell that you are new to this hotel and probably new to this city as well." He paused for a moment, then continued speaking in a calm but confident voice. "I am Liam Sinclair of Sinclair Corporation. Perhaps you have heard that name before." When the receptionist heard the name "Sinclair," her eyes went wide and her whole body seemed to shake a little bit. She had never seen Liam in person before, but she had definitely heard about the Sinclair family and their powerful business empire. Everyone in the business world knew about the Sinclairs and how much money and influence they had.

I grit out standing up to him. Sinclair's jaws tighten as he is visibly caught aback. Then, the anger appears in his eyes as he captures my neck again in his grasp. I don't know if he is aware he does that, but Sinclair holds so much strength that he could snap my neck if he wanted to, yet, I feel so... turned on. "I am Mr. Sin to you, Redhead. If you were any wise, you would remember what landed you here in the first place and that your friends have my money," Sin bites out, sneering at me.

Someone, braver than the rest, whispered shakily, “D-dean, who is he? Is he really just a professor?” The dean straightened slowly and turned to them, his face dark with something close to disgust. “He is Roman Sinclair,” he said firmly. “Second heir of the Sinclair family. And the major founder of this college.” The room exploded. “What?!” “Sinclair?!” “That Sinclair?!” Faces drained of color. Eyes widened in horror. The man on the floor looked like he’d just realized death had been standing in front of him the entire time. I ignored all of it. “I want him fired,” I said. “Effective immediately. Blacklist him everywhere. I don’t want him teaching in any institution ever again. And if anyone

A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was him—the man who often appeared on the financial news channels. Gregory Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Group. He was just standing there without saying a word, but his sheer presence was enough to make the air feel thicker. His cold gaze was on Anathea's hand, which was still holding the Carl's.

“I’m here to see the hiring manager.” He stared down at me condescendingly, sighing like he already concluded that I was going to be a waste of time. “That would be me.” I cleared my throat, determined not to let his attitude throw me off. “Good day, sir. My name is Arya Sinclair. I used to work with the team here as a mechanical engineer and we won a few races under my leadership. I'd like to speak with you about returning to the team.” “Returning here? And how long ago was that?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

She glanced toward the private elevator doors again, willing them to open. Exactly one hour after the scheduled start time, the elevator chimed. Kai Lennox strode in with that signature unhurried confidence. He wore baggy designer jeans, flashy limited-edition Crocs, and a loose button-up shirt left completely open down the front. The new ink on his chest caught the light immediately—Elara’s name in elegant, flowing script across his pectoral muscle. No apology left his lips. He dropped into the armchair beside his wife, crossed one leg over the other, and let a faint, crooked smile play at the corner of his mouth.

I shook my head, then smiled a little bit. “It is something that I cannot disclose because if I do, he will force me to do that,” I replied. “In the name of Devious Clan, I Marcus Devious, son of Roger Devious, shall be your shield and will never leave your side to protect you from harm… You may summon me anytime you want… my flesh and my blood is in your hands… through this drop of blood, I shall be your loyal knight throughout your life and shall die if I become disloyal to you, my master, Clementine Westernia, half demon and half human, the princess of Westernian Empire and the heir of the demon world,” Marcus said, then he cut his palm using his sword and drop the blood in front of me. A

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."