Fanfic Sherlock Novels & Stories

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"What is my little Sherlock Holmes curious about this time?" "It's nothing big," Sapphire said innocently, rolling a lock of hair around her index finger. "It's just that I heard a couple of ladies talking today when I went to deliver the laundry," "Goddess, help me," Lobelia cried out in her head. She wondered what her daughter heard this time and how she was going to counter it in case it was bad. Sapphire got more curious by the day and it made her think more about her mate. Lobelia knew he would have done an excellent job in shutting her up.

"Is it working?" Vorlyk gave a slight grin. "The first few days were rough, but we're adjusting. We don't plan on moving in together, but Marcus has hundreds of years of killing experience that I lack. Amy is also improving. With Cheri on our side, Marcus thinks we have the advantage once Amy and I are up to speed." Nicolas agreed, "I've seen Cheri fight back in England. The wolves called her Madam Death." "I forget you're so old." Zenya looked at her mate with a rare smile these days.

" 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

She could still tell whenever she's in trouble or whenever there is something on her mind. Her best friend, Solace, is a mind reader. Whatever. Sherly leaned in, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Since she could tell that there was something wrong and since her family could accept it already, there is no reason for her not to tell her best friend about it. "Well, there might be a reason for that." She cupped both cheeks with her hands, trying to make her best friend see the difference. Intrigued, Solace reached out to grasp Sherly's hand, but her eyes were drawn to something sparkling on Sherly's ring finger. With a gasp, she pulled Sherly's hand closer, her eyes widening in disb

I press, stepping forward. He lifts his arm like he’s about to push me away, but instead drags it through his buzzcut with a sigh. Wait. Did he just say he knew her? As in—past tense? “It’s late, and I need to sleep too, Sherlock.” He glances down at his pants and I realize—he was sleeping. Probably rushed to the deck when he heard my scream. I cross my arms. ”…I’m… thank you?” “You’re welcome.” He brushes past me immediately, lunging for the door like I’m toxic. The curtain sways as the door clicks shut behind him—locked again.

his unfriendly gaze looked at the tree of them before landing on Sherry. The police inspector looked at the file they had prepared. Sherry, age 25 was a young and promising doctor from a rich family. Her parents were dead and she was raised by her uncle and aunt from distant relatives side. She was supposed to get married a few days ago, but not only she humiliated the groom, but she also broke off their engagement. This matter was still viral on the internet. It seemed she had caught onto the affair of her fiance. “Her fiance was cheating on her with her best friend, Bella Cath, also the subject of your investigation,” he rubbed his temple.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Remaining on my knees, I crawled towards her and placed my hands on her shoulders. “Breathe, love, you’re going to be…” I started to say. "Ahh..." she screamed, cutting me off. "Why would you do that?" She sneered through gritted teeth. "Shadow took control, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I think your water has broken." "No fucking shit Sherlock. Where did you get your detective badge? A box of cornflakes?" I shook my head as I chuckled. Even in this situation, she was being sarcastic.

That comment earned a deadly glare from the Fallen. “Well, now that the case was close. Detective Sherlock is now signing off. Adios!” And then he disappeared, again, into the thin air.