Fanfic Sherlock Novels & Stories

You've been my good friend. S: That's my job to do. K: Job? You have no obligation to me. Sherlock didn't reply. K: Do you have a girlfriend now? S: I don't have K: Why? Don't you have a woman you like? S: I have, of course K: Good to hear that. I can almost believe my guess that you are gay S: I'm not gay K: Okay 😅🤪 S: Promise me you will enjoy your vacation

The building sits isolated and dead, like a haunted forest, yet I can see it is alive with something dark and dangerous. The doors open, and the scent hits me first: warm human sweat, the faint tang of perfume, and underneath it all, coffee, pine, and lavender, something soft, yet unmistakably potent. Fenrir’s ears twitch; the wolf growls low in warning, though I shove the sensation aside. It smells lovely, but I shake the feeling quickly. A familiar voice breaks the tension. “Ulric Wolfhart.” Madam Sherry. Poised. Elegant. Wearing a red dress that hugs her form, emphasizing her curves. Her dark hair frames a face trained to command attention, and she smiles faintly as she approaches.

“With the pattern your life has been taking so far, it’s easy to guess that something has come up. For you, the unusual is usual. What would you have me pass on to sherlock this time? “I need a favor.” I said, rubbing my palm over the top square of the box. There was a pause. “What kind of favor?” “I need you to dig into Damian Asherwood.” Another beat of silence. “Me or Sherlock?” “You, Karissa. I need you to do the digging and find the cpnnections while Sherlock handles my other requests.” When Karissa spoke again, her voice had gone careful. “That’s not a small request.” “I know.”

Ever since he met her, he knew something about her wasn’t right. Sherlock sighed and waved his hand dismissively. “Let her go. I don’t want to limit her freedom just because she married an old man.” Clarissa beamed and leaned in. “Thank you, hubby. I love you. I promise to make girls’ night really worth it,” she said seductively, pecking his cheek before leaving. The butler forced a smile as he watched h er go. Sherlock turned to him with a weary look. “I need you to help me keep an eye on her,” he said.

I pointed my fingers at Vanessa who laughed at me. "Cupid" She commented at me. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I will take my leave. I need to go see my mother." Vanessa stood up and Blake imitated her. The bid goodbye and left. Hayden turned towards me. "So, where did your investigations lead you, Miss Holmes?" He asked me. "Awww, I like it. The whole Holmes thing." I looked at him adoringly because my love for Sherlock was enough that I would faint in front of Benedict Cumberbatch if I ever met him.

Electricity shot through my veins the moment his fingers caressed my wrists, right at the edge of the handcuffs which kept me imprisoned. “Killing me is an impossible task for you,” he replied, trailing his fingers over my arm until he reached my neck. “Wh—what are you doing?” I asked as he caressed a path down my neck until he reached my cleavage. “You know, you may look like Parys, but you’re nothing like her,” he said as his fingers dipped dangerously close to my breasts. “No shit, Sherlock.” I scoffed. “I actually have some sense. She’s the beauty while I’m the brains. That’s why I could see what an asshole you are and she couldn’t.”

, even in such a critical moment. "Yes," Zephyrine nodded but very definitely, I couldn't get a good look at her expression because she had just woken up from a nap and her tousled curls covered the side of her face, "You watched Sherlock Holmes for a while and got so into paying attention to the minutiae all day long, what with deducing from the clumps of mud on the leather shoes someone's wearing to deduce that the other person has been to a nearby construction site, it's funny now that I think about it..." Zephyrine suddenly straightened up again and raised her right eyebrow to look at me, "In that case, you really haven't changed anything, at all."

“I-I don’t trust women easily.” “No shit, Sherlock,” she replied and gave me a deadpanned look. Yeah, something told me that that explanation wasn’t going to fly over too well. But seeing that pout on her lips and that defiant ‘I’m not letting this go’-look in her eyes, and I finally did understand one thing: “Hmm, Prez was right,” I murmured and kissed the cute little pout on her face. “Sarcasm is cute when you girls do it!”

"What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you." Sherlock smirked. "Took you long enough to ask. There's one more thing that needs to be done." I arched a brow. "Which is?" His smile broadened. "Michael Donovan." Jeremy and I exchanged glances, confusion etched on our faces. Michael Donovan???

"That's sex. Have you ever kissed her? I know that Beth and you are not together anymore, but-" "Sherlie, as far as I am concerned, Elizabeth is my woman. Elizabeth. Not Megan, not anyone else. Elizabeth." "But you said that you didn't want to be her boo thing anymore-" "I want us together. That's what I was getting at." "Well, you sure do have a funny way of putting it." "No shit, Sherlock. I've tried calling her, but she's not picking up. Is she okay?" Sherlie snorted, pinching a small bit off the croissant on her plate and putting it in her mouth.