Enola Holmes Characters Novels & Stories

It wasn’t long before I fell into the world of dreams and reached the astral room but something wasn’t right. This room looked contradicting to the one in my memories. The signs on the floor were different. “ who are you?” I turned hearing an unfamiliar voice. In front of me stood a beautiful woman but the question is why was she here instead of Sandra? “ are you Bella Black? John’s sister” She frowned at my words. “ how do you know? Who are you? where is Grace?” she looked panicked “ clam down! I am Enola Holmes. I accidently switched bodies with girl who was your brother’s wife”

“I see. Was it you who killed the Eunuses, whom I was associated with, overnight? I wondered why would you act like a crazy woman and attack the youngsters of the Powells. It’s just as well. You’ll die with all of them today.” Olivia seemed to have accepted her fate. She did not expect Derrick to be a stage-six true master of martial arts when she attacked the Powells. She got captured and was locked up in the underground prison. “The heavens have shown me great kindness by allowing us to meet before we die, Enola. Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you!” Olivia was slightly older, and on the first day Enola was captured, she recognized Enola as her younger sister from the orphanage based on mem

I learn from the register that Blondies name is in fact Victoria Amos. As much as I try to concentrate on Ms Foley, I can’t help but find my gaze wandering to Kallan. He has muscular, well-defined, broad back and shoulders which look divine, and are accentuated by the shadows their bulk casts on his dark grey t-shirt, even the back of his head is handsome. My mind wonders to how it would feel to run my hands over his back… “Earth to Enola,” Brandon whispers and waves a hand in my face. “Huh?” I snap back to the present.

Enola’s mind was determined as she stared at Damian’s face for a long time. Enola got up slowly, put on her silk nightgown, and then walked to the dressing table. In the mirror, she saw her reflection: sharp eyes, lips bruised from Damian’s kisses. Enola smiled slightly. “I’m not Clarine. I’m not anyone’s pawn. I will be the main character.” Enola encouraged herself. Damian moved and opened his eyes. “You’re awake? I thought you were too tired to walk.” Damian’s voice was teasing. “Don’t get cocky. Last night didn’t change anything.” Enola turned her head with a sharp gaze.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

The two have been friends since they were kids. "Enola, I know is you," she said with a big smile removing her hand from her face. "How did you know it was me?" The young beautiful girl demanded standing in front of her. Enola is endowed with a beautiful shape that always turns heads wherever she is going. Though she is not as beautiful as Naya, her perfectly carved shape is enough to drive a man's complete sense out of their sockets. "Why won't I recognize my friend's hand, I can recognize every part of your body even in a dark

Holden shoved her behind him and reached into his jacket. But the door creaked open before he could pull the trigger. A figure stepped out. Not Silas. A child. A small girl with pale eyes and soot-darkened skin, holding a ragged toy. Her lips moved. “Nora… you came back.” Elena froze. Holden’s breath caught. And from the speakers, Silas whispered with chilling satisfaction: Let the truth begin.

At some point, Clinton confronted him to inquire exactly what would make such an individual behave in a way so affectionately unaccepted. The response he got from Ekaris almost made him to hate him. He decided from then to keep of Ekaris’s path and mind his absolute business. Amongst all, it was Enola who knew less about Ekaris and what he probably might be up to. One cloudy and suspenseful afternoon, Enola was home alone, the mum had gone to work and left the house under her own care. She was relaxing in the sitting room and just as she was putting her interest in one the movies displayed on the screen, a slight knock came from outside. She paid attention to make sure that what she actually

he added and he smiled. “You know, Enya has red hair and blue eyes as well. And she cares for humanity too, that’s why she gets the title of ‘Lawyer of the poor’, actually.” “Wait a minute!” Enoch hit the break hard when he heard the name. “Enya?” he asked, surprised. “Why?” shocked by his reaction. Enoch pulled over and looked at his father, “Enya is Nuala’s mother’s name..” he paused for a second, “..and she’s a lawyer, a public defender.” he added barely a whisper.