Sinclair Characters Novels & Stories

Sinclair whines for the thousandth time tonight, hugging my body to his with his head hanging on my shoulder, and a small laugh leaves my mouth as I comb my fingers through his hair, saying, "I know that and I don't want to leave either, but we both know I don't have a choice. I have to get in before Vincent returns. " "I know that, " he groans, pulling away with a pout. "I need to talk to your brother, Ashley. I don't think I can handle this secret thingy. It's fucking frustrating. " he hisses and I can't help the chuckle that slips through my lips. Here is Sinclair Leovough, the man that claims to be everything, but romantic, acting so damn clingy and I'm living for the moment. With that s

Only his pale skin could tell us his sickness, but it actually made his face looks more exquisite. The moment the tribe saw him, laughter rang out again, mocking and cruel. I almost spoke then. I almost told them all. But in the end, I stayed silent. William’s eyes brushed over me. Calm, but with a flicker of disappointment. He said nothing. I knew the Elder’s caution wasn’t without reason. The Sinclairs were too many, their eyes too hungry for power. If I revealed my choice too soon, it would only make William a target.

"What about her background? Where did she really come from?" Julian shook his head and handed Adam a tablet displaying the results of his investigation. "I tried digging into her connection with the Sterling family, but since they’re the most powerful business family in New Santerra, their records are airtight. The only thing I could confirm is that Evelyn Sinclair first appeared in Calpa five years ago. That’s it. Maybe Andre Sterling really did mistake her for someone else." Adam frowned deeper. ‘Just a case of mistaken identity?’

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

I opened the book again and searched for the page where I left unfinished reading. I was just in chapter ten, but I could say it was full of emotion. The character of Sindy Kate was complex. She had full of flaws, yet she was also strong and driven. She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story.

There was even a couch and a small dining table. It felt like a strange mix between a bunker and a luxury apartment. “You weren’t joking,” I said. “This really is like a vault.” Sinclair leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “Told you.” I studied him quietly. His dark hair was slightly messy from the chase, and his shirt clung to his chest from sweat. The sleeves were rolled up, showing strong forearms dusted with faint scars. Scars. More evidence of the life he lived.

"You did this, you selfish bastard! She was just a girl! She was your sister! Your blood!" His strength finally gave out. He collapsed onto the floor, curling into a ball amidst the glittering shards of his own shattered glass and shattered life, weeping uncontrollably. The mighty Liam Vance, my judge, my jury, and the one who ended me, was finally in a hell of his own making.

Very soon he would be down and out. “What do we do next?” I asked one of the leaders as I left Sinclair to talk to the men. *** Sinclair’s POV I laid my head back on the car, watching him talk with his friends. Everything he said got to me. I had to get out of here. I reached deep within myself to get out the beast but it was locked away and couldn’t come forward. I had to do something to get back up and get into the fight. I was very sure Jane was not the culprit here but instead the victim.

Ava ~~~ I go still where I am, afraid if I move, another problem may fall on my head. Sinclair is wearing the same thing I am: a basic T-shirt and jeans, but I can see the outline of his muscled body through the shirt. If not for the mention of a problem, I might have let my mind wander to his shirtlessness. I sigh, settling into the seat before the huge breakfast spread that has been laid out for me. “Sinclair, I just woke up. Can we make problems an afternoon activity?”

[Darcy] Sinclair hated me. His eyes were blazing that night as he grasped my cheeks tightly. My whole body trembled, but I dared to face him. I didn't know what I had done to him in the past. I didn't remember being close to or knowing a man named Sinclair Wyndham. Looking at his face didn't remind me of anyone. He might have misunderstood me like Taylor. My cousin said I had many exes and slept with many young men.