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 wished to bury them alive but she could not do that yet. Not until she exposes each one of that news channel anchors having incest affairs. She walked to her room after she gave Aahana to her mother-in-law for a few moments; She needed to have a word with Yash. “Yash—“ “Don’t try to make me agree Sherlin, they are insulting my Jaan,” Yash was raged; he was not going to listen. “Yash, murders are not only when a person is killed, killing is the only reason their life is worse,” This woman was one hell of a lot of mystery he did not know anything about.

She whined, glaring at me. I smiled as i watched her face, so flushed. “Number eight was what you secretly added to the list the first time wasn’t it?” She blushed deeper, “took you so long, Sherlock.” I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Then i adjusted, "I was thinking." "That’s dangerous." She mimicked me. "Shut up." I chuckled. I traced a line down her arm, feeling the goosebumps on her skin already.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Sherri's P.O.V. Shaun isn't a clown, but he thinks he's some sort of panther. Is that a special type of FBI agent? Is he trying to tell me he'll have to leave without notice, and I may not see him for a long time? Wait. Why would he? It's not like we're married or he owes me any type of explanation. I guess rather than letting my thoughts go down a rabbit hole, I should just ask him.

If Sheridan ever married, it wouldn't be for long. END OF BOOK TWO

"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

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

“What Adam doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” “Huh. I’ll be sure to tell him that.” “Look, I know it’s not the best thing, but nobody else seems willing to look beyond the surface.” She fanned out the documents onto his coffee table. Jaime recognized invoices and checks, nothing that he hadn’t seen before. “Okay, Sherlock,” he said, “what have you uncovered?” She glared. “Do you want my help or not?” “I’d prefer you don’t get yourself in trouble on my account.” She glared even harder. “But thank you.” He kissed her. “Show me.”

He just raised an eyebrow and walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “You’re home,” he stated. Like he was noting a change in the weather. The numbness cracked. “No shit, Sherlock.” He paused, the bottle halfway to his lips. He wasn’t used to me having a spine. “What’s your problem?” “Oh, I don’t know, Damian. Let me think.” I slid off the stool. “Maybe my problem is that I just came home to find my husband screwing my stepsister in our bed. But hey, maybe I’m just being sensitive.”