Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

Adrian exhaled, then turned the file so she could see. A photograph of a man stared back at her. Mid-fifties. Silver hair. Sharp, calculating eyes. Underneath, the name was printed in bold letters. Vincent Sinclair. Claire’s stomach dropped. “I know that name.” Daniel nodded. “You should. He was one of the board members of Halcyon Ventures.” Claire’s hands curled into fists. “Then he was there when my father left.” Daniel’s expression was grim. “More than that. He didn’t just work for Halcyon. He ran it.”

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."

“It’s Sinclair.” I tried to read his expression, and figure out why he was asking such an obvious question, but he didn’t give away anything. But he turned away, and stood up. He tossed the keys into my lap. “Exactly.” He moved to leave, and I turned around to face him before he could exit my line of sight. “His last name is Sinclair. I know I’m right.” “You are,” his words made my shoulder slump a little. Confused. He turned around to continue walking, but just before he made the turn back into the house, I heard him speak under his breath. “Vance Sinclair is the only version of Vance you’ll ever know.”

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Winter standing beside her. “Your son is really cute, Mrs. King,” he said. Sarang nodded and locked her phone, placing it face down on the desk. “How old is he?” he asked. “He is four years old,” she replied. He nodded and returned to his desk. Sarang watched him briefly, taking in his appearance. He looked to be in his early thirties, composed and authoritative. She knew nothing about him beyond his name... Nicholas Winter, CEO of Winter Company... but she quickly redirected her focus back to her work, reminding herself why she was there.

But he must have been an important figure due to how Julie was taking it as a big deal because she glared at me. “I know you are oblivious and all. But how can you not know Sinclair Stone is your husband? The Sinclair Stone of Sin Inc.” “What?!” “Yes, your husband is the CEO of Sin Inc. The place you would go for an interview tomorrow.” Sinclair Stone was my husband and the interviewer on my report! I didn't know. But I wasn't to be blamed. Or maybe I was. If I had tried asking my parents about the man they had sold me off to, it would have prepared me to know I was wedding my, maybe future, boss.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

I extended my arm, "I'm Jade." His hands were so big, they almost wrapped around mine and I swear I felt a jolt electricity course through me the moment our palms connected. "Blake Wilson, and I've heard a lot about you." he smiled softly. We stayed like that for a while, his hands were soft and his eyes looked as blue as the ocean, I felt like I was going to drown, until my stupid brother had to interfere. "Yeah no, that," he took our hands and separated them, "this can't happen." he said then turned to Blake, "Her," he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING"