Henry Cavill: Sherlock Holmes Novels & Stories

“Ryan Reynold is fine and all, but there is just something about Tom Hardy that drives me crazy. That rugged, brooding look? Ugh perfection.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I get the appeal, but for me, it’s Henry Cavill. Did you see him in that movie? Hmm The Witcher? His jawline is so sharp that it looks like it could cut glass, and don’t even let me start talking about his voice. That man is so sexy.” Lilith gasped dramatically. “You know what? Hell yeah! You’re right. He is like the perfect description of fairytale prince. Okay, top three- Cavill, Hardy, and…?”

TRISTAN'S POV “Remember, no shots fired until I say so, boys. How are we feeling?” “Good, bouncy even.” It was Cavill that replied first, and I understood perfectly why. He was trying to impress, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to do a good job. Henry only nodded, cradling his revolver. He was frowning as usual, and I wanted him to do whatever he thought was best for him. I only wanted him to function as well as he usually did, nothing more.

The man was Henry Cavill with brooding attitude. “You’re still awake?” I said, leaning casually on the railing like my knees weren’t buckling at the sight of him. Trying my best not to looked at the daymmmn bulge. Heaven help me. He turned, eyes catching mine. That wolf-dark gaze of his was impossible to hold, so naturally, I held it—because sass is armor and I refuse to be the first one to blink. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” His voice was low, that rumbling growl of his that made my stomach do very unladylike somersaults.

I watched as he just stood there staring out the window for a few minutes. ‘Henry Cavill!’ I thought after pondering who he reminded me of. It was the actor Henry Cavill. He looked like a younger version. His strong jawline was dressed in a 5 o’clock shadow. It was strange how quickly I started imagining him without it. Just like the actor when he played Superman. All he needed was a red cape and he’d transform from Clark Kent to the flying alien. I almost smiled at his similar messy hair. It was dark with short, big curls. Even with the 5 o’clock shadow adding to his age, that hair would probably keep him looking boyishly young forever.

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he says smiling. My cheeks turn pink hearing that and I look at him shyly." It's okay, it is my job to be ready to attend my patients anytime." I say I take a minute to look at his handsome face, he has short brown hair which is perfectly styled. pointed nose and square jawline. his eyes are of a lighter shade of emerald green. he seems to be hot. It looks like I have seen him somewhere, he looks so familiar. Oh my god! Oh my god! is he...is he Henry Cavil? it's definitely him. wait! but what would Henry Cavil be doing at my clinic? Oh come on Nicole, stop being so stupid! what is it with my Henry Cavil obsession huh? I am surely going to make a fool of myself one day.

With that, she walked down the stands. After hearing such an exclamation, the ninth stepmother's entire being turned icy. It was like a crack forming on an ice surface. The martial artist Cavill was injured all over his body and was carried back to his dwelling for treatment. The doctor had just left when a group of unfamiliar people rushed in, rummaging through the room without hesitation, searching every corner. However, they couldn't find what they were looking for. They then seized Cavill, paid no heed to the protests of the household, bound him, and left immediately.