Enola Holmes Sherlock Novels & Stories

I asked. "I..I.. I... " She trailed off. I pinched her cheeks, she pouted and pushed my hand away. "Okay.. Okay. If you want to keep a track of something.. Keep his exact location, where he is now and where his house is, his clients and recent cases, okay?"I explained. Even though I have no intention of knowing anything about it, it would be a waste of time but Her face lit up in happiness. "Sherlock Holmes." I teased.

Despite Wylie's testimony, they still went to search Edmund's house, but he staunchly denied it, claiming it was a setup, and naturally denied knowing the arrested Kevin. Now, the only hope lies with Kevin, but he was a tough nut to crack, having been through death once and remaining tight-lipped. The street assailant still hadn't been identified. The case had hit a dead end. In fact, Sophia had also investigated, but she didn't find any evidence either. She and Elliot sat together discussing the issue. Sherlock Holmes once said, ‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’

“The information about her whereabouts that had enabled the private investigators I hired to have her served the divorce also included that she was traveling with, and in fact, involved with an older man.” “Who was that?” Instead of returning to his seat, the detective stood before the fireplace, staring into the crackling fire, trying to process everything he heard and to retain the pertinent information. “His name is Ned Jenner. He goes by the screen name Holmes Herbert.” Andrew glanced at Evelyn still tucked quietly against him. “Evelyn and I expected he would be looking for Charlotte. Depending on their relationship, he might have had specific wishes for her funeral. We also hoped he mig

I was really appreciative that he was in my life, and that he had handled me turning him down so well. When I was done cooking lunch, it was already afternoon. Rebecca had left the cafe earlier for her date and now, I couldn’t wait for her to come back, to tell her the recent development in this case. She was very invested in it. One reason is because she was my friend and she was concerned about me. The second reason is because it thrilled her. She made reference to us being Sherlock Holmes, or rather, Enola Holmes working to uncover a mystery and solve a case. It was pretty funny but maybe if I wasn’t too caught up in the fact that someone out there was trying to ruin me, I would indulge i

~ETHAN WILDER~ Sherlock discovered something from the letter and the envelope placed in my study the other day. The envelope had contained cut out illustration images I didn't understand but I sent them to Sherlock to decipher and she sent me an address to check out. She ge dudbt send me her thought process and frankly, I didn't want to know. Except it was necessary. Her message has come in the wee hours of the morning, just as I was about to sleep after hours of devoted work. I knew what the place was as I looked it up on the internet but the questions that plagued my mind afterwards were relentless along work the excitement of something about to be revealed.

The only thing that I am confused at is the fact that before grandpa died, miss Elona went missing. A suspect suddenly went missing before killing someone? That does not make sense. Therefore, I need to make sure if Elona is an ally or an enemy. “What the br*tty kid said before could not leave my mind,” Elona said as she put down her cup. I looked at her eyes, and she met my gaze. “She said that you knew me from the beginning. And it was you who told Sherly to come in my shop. If that is true, then you came here with purpose. Right?”

" Grace had a lot of problems and, most importantly, she could not bear any child, which was her weak point. Sherman wanted to ask her about the woman and the baby, but she didn't want to upset her any further, so she kept quiet. The next day, after lunch, Sherman got dressed up. She walked out the door and was about to head for the airport. She was so excited. Her heart was beating with joy. Downstairs, she met a couple. They looked spirited, elegant, with a subtle sense of nobility. Sherman froze. Looking at the couple's faces, she felt as if she had seen them before. Upon further reflection, she realized that they looked a bit like Kingsley. Just then, the couple glanced at her as well. T

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”

“Would you mind taking off your coat?” The woman asked while lighting the three candles on the small kitchen table, carefully arranged inside a round metal tray. Lina stared at the woman for a few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder then pulled out the wrench from the inside of the coat pocket and put it on the table, next to her steaming cup of coffee. The other woman laughed. “Atta girl. No need to worry, other than my two cats, I am alone in this house. You’ve already met Enola. Her brother Sherlock was already in my bedroom, sleeping.”

As they left, Agnes came in. "But sweetie, nothing was wrong with those diamonds," Agnes said softly. Clarissa sighed. "They weren’t shiny enough. Mom, my husband is Sherlock Holmes, one of the richest men in the world. We’ll be attending an event, and Dorothy might be there—since her stupid husband is going to be nominated." "Baby, you already have everything. At this point, you’re already richer than Dorothy, so she shouldn’t be a threat," Agnes muttered. She had tried explaining this to Clarissa over and over, but the woman just didn’t get it.