Fanfiction Sherlock Novels & Stories

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.

she snapped and move upstairs mumbled some words in anger! I need a confirmation Was that my mum? ** The next day ** "I am as surprised as hell!"I said to Ella. "Me too.."she said with her mouth open "So no more Sherlock Holmes?" "Yeah" "I'm so happy for you"she hugged me. "Thanks"I gave a wide smile. "I saw Barry at the Sherlock's" "Oh really?"she said. "What did he say?" "He asked me to come back home" "Well then do so!" "Go back to a life of hatred"

"Well, I love sucking my brother's cock, feeling it in my pussy or filling my ass, and I especially love it when he eats my pussy or has anonymous women come in and sit on my face so that I can eat their pussy." "Courageous, too," Celia said, unflustered, a smile on her face. "And is your portfolio about finished?" "I don't think that it'll ever get finished," Sheri said after a moment. "I think it's going to be a life-long project." "Oh, my, how delightful," Celia said, clapping her hands together, a look of joy on her face. "And how do you feel about my involvement with your brother?" "You've got a really delicious pussy, whether it's on his cock or right on my mouth," Sheri replied, smili

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.”

Turning the thumb wheel, I find his frequency and press the button on the transmitter. "Yes." He answers, in a low monotone voice. "How are things with you and Sherrie?" I ask. "Great." He answers. "I absolutely adore her. She's smart, funny, beautiful and a wildcat in bed." "What's her number one sexual fantasy?" I ask, pretty sure he won't know the answer. "I don't know." He says, hesitantly. "She's never said."

I snap, my voice shaking from a mix of pain and anger. “What’s wrong?” He crouches to meet my eyes. I finally look up, the pain easing, but the rage bubbling. “Why do you fucking care? You were too busy screwing someone else while I was in fucking pain.” His brows furrow. “Wait… was it the mate bond?” I glare. “Congratulations, Sherlock. Took you long enough.” “Aria, I didn’t know—” “And now you do,” I cut him off. “But guess what? I don’t give a shit.” My wolf, of course, is howling like a lunatic, but I ignore her.

A vision of his dark head in front of her chest and his mouth softly bit her nipple made her shudder. William tilted his head. "Let me guess, it must be one of the detective stories." He walked over to the bed then finished his drink before putting the empty glass on the bar counter. Katherine hid her surprise well. Just like other things, she had expected him to forget about her love for mystery. But here he was, once again proving that she had been wrong. "Sherlock Holmes," she provided. "Ah, classic." He began to walk slowly towards the bed. "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was an amazing writer," Kate replied.

And then he slowly began narrating everything, from his first encounter with Sherizad to their adventures, her marriage, the battle and finally her departure. Sherry listened to every detail with wide open eyes and ears. It was like she could finally connect the dots of deja vu and flashbacks. Finally it made all sense. A thousand scattered dreams, all sown together. Sherry had no idea how she got the glimpses from the life of that great werewolf queen, her lookalike. But now she knew that her visions and thoughts had some meaning, they were not random fragments of her imagination. However, despite the realisation of that fact, Sherry strangely felt a sting of jealousy. Jealousy towards that

she humped, folding her arms. I shook my head dismissing the memory. "I'm sorry, it worked" I muttered, grazing my hand of my arm. "Yes Sherlock holmes as I was saying this is the basic of healing abilities" I snapped my head towards her wondering what she was hinting at. "You're not going to make me do something more drastic are you?" She shrugged, walking back to the book. "Look, the threads are increasing," she pointed out. I glanced at it, the blue threads more prominent than the first time I had seen them.

“Pick between yapping and reading.” “Reading.” She scoffed and resumed. Silence returned as her voice softly filled the room again until a question popped into her head. “Who is Sherlock?” she asked suddenly. Damien cracked open one eye again. “The Alpha of your original pack—BloodFang.” The book slipped slightly from her hands as her mind wandered. That name echoed in her bones, and she realized she had a hidden weapon she didn’t even think of all this while. Her lips curled into an evil smirk.