Enola Holmes Sherlock Novels & Stories

Her heart broke as she searched for the enigmatic truth about her brother’s first love. “The young lady known as “Sherlock” has taken center stage.” Khali smiled

“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

“My wife isn’t well yet. You won’t force her.” But Enola continued, her soft voice sounding like a forced prayer. “Someone planned all this. Just like the accident that happened to me.” The investigators looked at each other. “So you’re connecting two different cases?” Enola lifted her chin slightly. “They’re not different. The perpetrator is not far away.” Then her chest tightened. Heat spread to the back of her neck. The world seemed to crumble. Damian opened the door violently. “Enough!” He grabbed Enola, hugging her as she struggled to control her breathing.

“I-I-I thought she was dead, my conscience pricks me so I went back to where I left her but she wasn't there again, I only saw a van moving away from the site with no one in sight.“ “So I just guess the moving van took her. But I saw her again today. She has grown into a very beautiful teenager, she took after my brown Eyes, my pointed nose. I just felt she deserved to know the truth.“ “Who is she? where is she?“ the sheriff questioned “I don't know her name.“ “What was she putting on today?“ “The one on Black Blazer…” “Chloe?“ Decker gasped… Tbc…

Someone who, hopefully, could make it easier for him to find out Aura’s whereabouts. "Good evening, with Mr. Clinton?" "Yes, that's correct. Are you with Mr. Herbert August?" "Yes." Clay extended his hand, shaking hands formally. "Finally, we can meet in person. I know what I'm asking for may be a bit difficult, but I don't know who else to ask for help other than you." "It’s no problem, besides, I do enjoy doing investigations. It seems like Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie have influenced my brain," Herbert joked, making Clay laugh, happy to meet someone on the same frequency.