Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

VICTOR "My sister is going to murder you when she finds out where you've brought me," Sinclair drawled as he let out a long, low whistle. I glared through the windscreen of my SUV, analyzing the house I was parked in front of. There was no correct way to approach a witch but caution was always needed. If I had it my way, I would have scouted out the area for a few days until I could gather my bearings and figure out a way to approach the situation in a better manner.

Shawn's father immediately turns toward him. His expression hardens. “You said that?” Shawn doesn't answer immediately. His silence says enough. “This is madness!” Shawn's mother barks out. The dining feels smaller and hotter. Like the walls are slowly closing in around us. Shawn slowly stands up. His chair slides backward across the floor. His eyes never leave mine. “I'll like to also tell everyone that the person she cheated on me with, the person responsible for her pregnancy is a low-life p**n worker”

"I’ve missed you too, beautiful. I told you to come visit me often. Or are they holding you hostage here?" "Bold of you to assume that, dickhead." Somehow, the Sinclair that was standing right next to Vincent has magically disappeared to his wife’s side, and Vince chuckles as he turns to him, moving me to his side. "You’re just mad she likes me better, fucker."

His bodyguard loomed behind him, his gaze coolly assessing my entry. As his eyes met mine, Sinclair's grin twisted with arrogance. “Well, well, well, look who we have here. The infamous Vincenzo Cassano,” he jeered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sinclair,” I replied, my voice edged with a calm that belied my building tension. “Why don’t you take a seat, Vincenzo? I can have a couple of lovely ladies provide you with some entertainment,” he suggested, a mocking glint in his eyes.

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."

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

“Next time, try keeping your secrets in a better hiding place.” Adrian’s gaze flicked to the laptop on his desk, then back to her. His jaw tensed, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he knelt beside the intruder, yanking off the mask. The man was unfamiliar to Juniper, but Adrian’s expression darkened. “Damon Sinclair,” he muttered. Juniper crossed her arms. “Should I know that name?” Adrian let out a humorless laugh. “CEO of Sinclair Tech. And a royal pain in my ass.”