Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

“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.”

I shook my head, then smiled a little bit. “It is something that I cannot disclose because if I do, he will force me to do that,” I replied. “In the name of Devious Clan, I Marcus Devious, son of Roger Devious, shall be your shield and will never leave your side to protect you from harm… You may summon me anytime you want… my flesh and my blood is in your hands… through this drop of blood, I shall be your loyal knight throughout your life and shall die if I become disloyal to you, my master, Clementine Westernia, half demon and half human, the princess of Westernian Empire and the heir of the demon world,” Marcus said, then he cut his palm using his sword and drop the blood in front of me. A

Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Victor Lennox. The man who had taken her without mercy that afternoon in Kai’s penthouse when she came looking for her sister. The violation had been brutal—his heavy body pinning her down, his thick cock forcing its way inside her, the blood staining her thighs as she cried and struggled. She should hate him. She did hate him. But every night since, her body betrayed her. There was a thin, razor-sharp line between hate and something darker, something addictive and poisonous. It wasn’t love. It was hunger. A sick, throbbing need to feel that power again.

She adjusted her diamond bracelet with a flick of her wrist, then brushed past me like I was less than air. Lady Sinclair didn’t spare me so much as a glance. She looped her arm through Lisa’s and led her toward the doorway. “Come in, dear. Vincent is waiting for you.” My body went rigid. Vincent. And then I heard him. His footsteps—measured, confident, echoing through the hallway like a drumbeat. My chest constricted painfully as he came into view. There he was. Vincent. Sharp black suit, every line of it tailored to perfection. His broad shoulders carried the weight of command. His jaw was hard, his eyes steady, and even from across the driveway he radiated power in a way that made everyon

And there, standing in the center of the room, was Vincent Sinclair. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his presence commanding as ever. He turned as Elena entered, his piercing eyes locking onto hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Ms. Hart,” Vincent greeted, his voice smooth and inviting. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” Elena swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Sinclair. Your home is… incredible.” Vincent’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “I’m pleased you think so. But tonight, I’m more interested in your thoughts on my art.”

Maybe this little life was the miracle our marriage needed. "You seem overwhelmed," the doctor said gently. I laughed through my tears and nodded. "I... I really wasn't expecting this." She smiled softly and handed me the ultrasound report. "Everything looks good so far. You'll need prenatal vitamins and regular checkups. Congratulations once again." I thanked her quietly, but my eyes stayed fixed on the paper. It read Baby Sinclair. The words made my chest ache with a mix of joy and fear. Damian was going to be a father.

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

But he did nothing. Vincenzo was also known to the people of Casablanca as a womanizer. One villager once begged the people for help when he took his daughter, but help could not be provided and till date, she never returned. The father said that he made his daughter become a stripper and he womanized her and countless other women. The stories travelled and he was known as that, bold of Dmitri to try and change her perceptions about him she thought. Before Eleanorah could argue further, the door creaked open, drawing both their attention. In walked Vincent, shirtless.

(AMELIA) I walk up towards the door with the inscription PRINCIPAL ROLLINS boldly etched at the top and stop before lifting my hands to knock on the door. It immediately swings open to reveal Mr Mitchell about to step out. He halts the moment he sees me and looks away as I remain in my position gazing at him trying to at least get a little attention from him. "Excuse me. " He requests a little bit hard without looking at me and I feel a pain in my chest.

I nodded, my throat tight I was going to him. VLADIMIR REYNOLDS The man my husband-to-be feared most. Well kmown mafia boss, ruthless, cunning and impossibly wealthy. He ran his empire from behind velvet curtains and whispered scandals. Where my fiancé relied on charm and legacy, Vladimir dealt in secrets and steel. They were once partners. Then rivals. Then enemies. Vladimir Reynolds didn't trust anyone. But he hated my husband. That would be enough. The car stopped before a towering black-bricked estate draped in iron and shadow. I stepped out alone, walking past the guards with my chin lifted and fury beneath my skin.