Sinclair Characters Novels & Stories

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

Karen, this is Sinclair, Mallory’s brother. For a confused instant Karen thought it was Mallory, and then knew her mistake. He was the same height and build, had the same overpronounced good looks, but his hair was a shade lighter and his eyes were grey not golden sherrybrown. Like Mallory he possessed a powerful carnal attraction, but whereas his brother was aloof, stern, almost austere, Sinclair was a conquistador, an adventurer, with all the charisma of a man of that kind. He bowed with a touch of irony, took her hand and raised it to his lips, hovering above it. ‘Hello, Karen — if I may. So you’re the one who has been dealing with those dusty tomes? Have you seen the Bedwell cartoons yet

They were both crying and she looked up at me, not letting go of him. “Who is this?” Malachi asked. “This is my son, William,” I said and Malachi smiled. Charlotte let go of William but took his hand in hers as Malachi looked at him and bent down to his level. “Hello, William, I hear you’re the newest Sinclair.” Malachi offered his hand and William shook it. “Careful, Malachi. He looks like a tough little fighter to me,” Kiran said as he stood up and walked toward them. “I’m Kiran, can you throw a punch?”

Edward Sinclair is always busy, managing the family's business empire while her mom, Marilyn Sinclair had social events and several charitable organisations to oversee. Being an only child, she loved hanging out with the Knight family. They provided her with the banter and warmth of having siblings to tease. Victory's gaze roamed to the three very attractive bachelors that were seated at the dining table. The three Knight siblings are very different from each other. Arthur is the stuffy and serious older brother, Aaron is the cheeky jester while Adrian is the shy youngest brother. Victory felt that she fitted right in with the three. She was the balance against Aaron's boisterous personality

Framed in the doorway, swathed in a fox-fur coat that likely cost more than the entire security system they’d been reviewing, stood Darling Sinclair. She lowered her oversized sunglasses, violet eyes sweeping over the scene of destruction: disheveled women, ashen-faced Grants, furious Clarisse, and the coolly defiant Julian — who widened his eyes in surprise. Megastar Darling Sinclair. Old Grandpa Sinclair’s favorite child. Vincent’s aunt. A slow, dazzling, utterly inappropriate smile spread across her face. “Why do you all look like a basket of suffocating fish?” She lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug.

“You bet. He is saving it for the last.” “Remember Dr. Dre said some of it was stolen by one of the nurses.” My brows perked up. “That means we have got a chance to get it.” I tossed the invites on the table. “Get the two Sinclairs.” “They are four.” “Four?” “I don't know the other woman you are talking about but this Maria Sinclair.” He pointed at a sickly woman with bright eyes and calm demeanor on a wheelchair. “She has two sons. Both of them are bad news.”

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

"Sinclair...Wait! You mean he's from THAT Sinclair?" Ronald adjusted his bed to lie flat, his finger sliding across encrypted files on his tablet. "SCA Corporation announced last week that General Ferdinand Sinclair's youngest son has returned to America to take over SCA's operations in the Americas. He was raised in England—" He enlarged a blurry surveillance screenshot. "And happens to share the same profile as our 'nobody.'" Gia bit her lower lip, looking down, lost in thought. "So this whole charade of yours is to win over Cecilia? In case she takes revenge on you?"

Hearing Mrs Harrison angry voice, she went out of the room. Sinclair was the first person she saw amongst every other person there. As always Sinclair was dressed perfectly and he exuded a certain kind of charisma and charm in the clothes he was putting on. Sinclair smiled and cheered the photography crew but when he saw her from a distance, his smile disappeared and changed to an angry look.

Every breath was tight in my chest as I waited, shoulders straight, fingers trembling at my sides. Footsteps echoed behind me. “Claire.” I stiffened, forcing my expression to remain calm. Turning slowly, I met his cold, calculating gaze. He smiled that practiced smile, the one that could charm kings and kill without leaving a mark. He didn’t see me. He saw Claire, his perfect, obedient daughter. I was anxious at first thinking nothing could ever go past him, but this time around, I guess I was wrong. Charles Sinclair is only but a human like the rest of us, and not some supernatural being I always looked at him as.