Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

Without creating further scene, she excused herself and walked away toward the restroom, her steps measured though she could feel the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Moments later, Jaxon returned from his call. Nicholas was about to ask him about his boss when he noticed someone walking toward them from the far end of the lounge. The man moved with steady confidence, his presence commanding without effort. Nicholas’s eyes widened slightly as recognition dawned. “Mr. Kim Zayren.” Nicholas stood up instinctively as the man approached. Zayren stopped before him, expression composed, gaze sharp yet unreadable. He extended his hand smoothly. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Winter. I’m Kim

"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.”

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"

Elena countered, her voice remaining exceptionally calm and as flat as ice. The man let out a low chuckle—a crisp, thoroughly charming sound—as he removed his designer sunglasses. "Ah, razor-sharp. But I am no stranger, Elena. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vincent. Vincent Sinclair." Elena arched a single eyebrow, making no immediate effort to return the man's extended hand. "Sinclair? Are you part of the prominent Sinclair family back in London?" "Precisely. And more importantly, I happened to be a schoolmate and university classmate of your husband, Liam Harrington," Vincent voiced with a subtle, highly knowing smirk. Without asking for permission

But we need to be sure that it’s the right thing to do. “When it comes to killing him, don’t let your emotions get in the way. If it does I will kill him and everyone related to him.” Kylian dares to threaten me. He thinks I’m protecting my mate. Yes I am, and I will do everything in my power to not hurt her. “Don’t you dare threaten what’s mine.” “Then do the right thing. It’s not fair to let him go for his crime.” Kylian is right. Tate wouldn’t forgive me if I let Justin’s father go free after what he has done.

His father was not at home but I knew Damien was inside. “What the fuck is going on?” I heard Damien's voice behind me and when I saw him, the already planned lines I had prepared to tell him disappeared from my head completely. I forgot why I was even there. He was sweaty and shirtless, and the whole thing reminded me of the session we had… the way he had held me down with those strong arms as he had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had been drunk the first time I had seen him but right now, with clear eyes, I could see what a beautiful specimen he was with his broad chest and sculptured torso. His trouser was hanging lowly on his hip and it was driving me crazy.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?