Fanfiction Sherlock Novels & Stories

“That’s somehow worse.” “Not if it’s the right person.” I shoot her a look. “Do you know something?” She smiles a little, too knowingly. “I know a lot of things.” “Lila.” “Relax, Sherlock. I don’t have secret flower intel. I’m just saying—sometimes good things show up when you least expect them.” I roll my eyes, but my lips twitch. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.” “Please. You live in one.” I fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling where the glow-in-the-dark stars still faintly shimmer. “Feels more like a cautionary tale.”

he rasps. My name in that ragged voice does something awful to my insides. “You were having a nightmare,” I say. “I heard you through the wall.” His gaze skims over me, taking in the tank top, the bare legs, the jacket. The jacket. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “You went through the closet.” “Congratulations, Sherlock,” I say. “You want to tell me why my clothes are hanging in your murder villa like trophies?” “And here I thought we were having a touching moment,” he says, voice rough. “You rushing to wake me, worried about my beauty sleep.”

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

Xavier's kisses descended very slowly to her neck, tasting the fragrant scent of her skin, occasionally biting to leave a mark. Shena raises her head as she closes her eyes, enjoying all the touches of Xavier's lips on the surface of her skin. There was no resistance. Xavier even strips off her outer shirt, pulls up the layers of her underwear, then resumes the delayed kiss while playing with the two objects on Shena's chest. The events of that night left a serious mark on Sherin. The next day, Sherin received a stack of messages on her cell phone. All sent by Alex, her boyfriend who had been searching for her for the past three days.

As soon as she went, I slowly closed the door and locked it. Time to change as Sherlock Holmes Esha! I started invading her cupboard and I actually was quick enough. I searched her cupboard but I could find nothing expect some company folders of Varun. There was absolutely nothing related to her. I was so pissed that I went and shook the cupboard to bust it down. But I wasn't that strong enough! Thank goodness... the cupboard didn't fall on me.

he said, “I think I’m starting to figure you out.” “Oh? Do tell, Sherlock.” “You’re curious about things you shouldn’t be… and people you shouldn’t get close to. " I hated how he was right. I just gave him a flat look. “Thanks for the unsolicited personality profile.” He just grinned wider. “Anytime.”

I couldn't help but tap my feet against the ground as I anticipated his answer. At this point, I was going to lose it. "What's your problem, you fool?!" Jeremy blurted out with a loud voice, his veins bulging as a result of his anger. "Can't you see we have no time to waste?" Sherlock's lips curved into a smile. It seemed he was enjoying seeing us lose our cool. I inhaled sharply, placing my right hand on Jeremy's left shoulder. "Take it easy. There are better ways to do this" I cautioned, returning my gaze to the wizard. "What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you."

The forcefulness of the kiss by an unknown assailant plus the taste of her own pussy-juice plus being bound and blindfolded while another unseen stranger was fucking her cunt tripped Sherri's trigger like never before, and her pussy constricted around the big dick jabbing inside her and erupted again. Feeling almost like her cunt was being folded inside out by the intensity of her orgasm and the fat cock fucking in and out of it, Sherri was unable to concentrate on the steaming kiss and she just laid her head back moaning as her new friend sucked and chewed on her lips. Between bites, she taunted her, "Is hubby here? Does he know what kind of a slut he's married to? Does he know you like tak

"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.