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.

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.

The tenth pair entered last. “I’m Noah,” the man said. Mid-twenties, mixed heritage—warm brown skin, sharp jaw, calm eyes. “This is Selene.” Selene was the one who shifted the air. Tall, olive-skinned, long dark hair that fell past her shoulders, a body that moved like she knew exactly how to be looked at. Her smile was slow and deliberate—seductive without trying too hard. When she spoke, her voice was low and smooth. “We’ve done private arrangements before,” she said. “We like being watched by people who know what they want.”

~Devin~ Son? Ren has a son. All I could see was red. Someone might have poured iced water above my head, it made me feel numb. I can hear my heart beating so loud. So loud that it's deafening. My knees turned to jelly, my mind can't comprehend what I heard. “W-what?” I whispered into thin air. “What did you just say?” I glared at my brother in law. “Ren, she has a son named Griffin,” Jameson nonchalantly mumbled, oblivious of his impending death from my hands.

She left the condoms on the island and shuffled blindly into her bedroom, cursing lowly when she stubbed her toe against an table in the hallway. Once inside, she stripped and slid nude into her cold sheets, pulling her laptop from the bedside table and powering it up. She sighed contently as she typed in an all too familiar name into her search engine and waited for the results to pop up. Great, there were more news articles she thought absently She clicked on the top result and smiled when a chisled face filled her screen. It was a interview article on Kain Griffin, the co-owner of the most popular private security company in the state. The article was done by one Miss Wendy Richer for The

He knew how to turn hinges. He found who he was looking for on the balcony: Spencer Wren, one of the last old-guard investors in Sinclair’s original entertainment division. A man who’d stayed quiet during the Veronica fallout, watching the tide. “Evening,” Morgan said easily. Spencer turned, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t think I’d see you in a place like this.” Morgan smiled, patient and wolfish. “Places and people change. Sinclair’s heading for an identity crisis. I just want to help stabilize it.”