Lady Sherlock Novels & Stories

Compared to Lady Hardy and the big group of gaggling geese around her, however, Katherine liked some more wholesome ladies better. For example, Lady Sherley. With hardly twenty years, the tall blond woman had her adorable three-year-old son sleeping in her lap. She had a gentle and silent presence, placating her surroundings. Contrarily, her husband that came looking for her every five minutes resembled a grizzly with a bad temper. In front of her though, he turned into a teddy bear. Then there was Lady Icefeather, who, against her name, had a loud and booming voice and voluptuous body. Her father was one of the high-rank officers under the General.

I wanted to share and answer a few of the questions I’ve been asked by readers who have personally shared their feedback with me about The Lady and the Scoundrel. Is Charlotte Astor a flawed protagonist? Why did you choose this for her? The short answer is yes: Charlotte makes mistakes. A flawed protagonist refers to a lead that doesn’t have all the good qualities expected from a hero, which also doesn’t mean that they’re not good people. I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her.

Sitting across from her was the emperor’s attendant, whose face was still a mystery to all. Even her background and where she came from, Lady Serena had no complete information about this Sapphire. But no matter who she was and where she came from, those matters were of no importance to her since all she had to do was get rid of the woman whom the emperor was obsessing over.

replied the servant. "She?" Lily repeated sounding like asking a question for confirmation. "Yes ma'am," replied the servant. Lily dismissed the servant and went to the living room to meet up with the lady visitor. As she entered the living room, she saw the back of a lady in a red fitted knee-level straight dress, standing on 6-inch stilettos. The lady turned around and faced Lily. "Hello Lily," the lady said with a smile staring at Lily's expressionless face. "If you came looking for Derrick he is not here," Lily said coldly not responding to her greetings.

And also, making a werewolf sick was definitely not an easy feat and I was sure that Clara was not as powerful as that. It should either be a spy that has a magical powers or a rogue that has malicious intent. The culprit was definitely not simple. The Doctor straightened her back and turned to the brothers, "My Lords, I am sure that there is a person in this house after My Lady's life. I don't know if you will be able to interrogate all the servants and maids in this house, so that we can get to the root of this matter. What is happening to my lady is not in line with my occupation, so I will have to excuse myself." She said and Lincoln nodded gravely.

Helen said making me suspicious why would they need a porcelain vase for what? "Why do you need it?" I asked and I could hear her mumble and stammer it sounded like she was being threatened or something. "Just bring the vase, please thank you." She quickly hung up on me before I could say anything else. I rolled my eyes as I kept the phone back in my bag. Carefully reaching home, I heard his voice saying "My darling is back" I quickly turned on the light thinking it was someone else but I breath a sigh of relief when I realised he was thr one.

“Where is Lily? Tell me now—I’ll go to her immediately.” “I don’t have the exact address yet,” the investigator admitted. “But I can tell you this… her location is confirmed.” Lewis’s grip on the phone tightened. “Where?” The response was steady and final. “London.”

Dexter I watched her from the bronze shadow of the founder’s statue, the morning sun warm on my back and the fountain’s spray misting the air like innocent tears. Lily Harper. Nineteen years old, freckles scattered across her nose like stars someone had carelessly tossed onto porcelain, auburn braid swinging every time she laughed at something her loud roommate said. She sat on the fountain’s edge with her knees drawn up, hugging a journalism notebook to her chest as though it were a shield against the world. Pure. So fucking pure it almost hurt to look at her she was the perfect prey.

“And as a matter of fact, I am on the pill. Thank you for asking.” His green eyes gleamed, and this time, she was absolutely certain that it was, in fact, amusement. But she couldn’t tell if that was better or worse. “When were you last tested?” And his head was lowered close to hers, but all he did was smirk. “Or do you not bother with such things, because you’re Lady Lexi, impervious to love, married off for a fortune and unlikely to ever choose the sort of disreputable man who might dare approach you anything less than squeaky clean?”

“Mr. Campbell is such a stubborn person, but still allowed you to get the information? Fortunately, you left your information back then, but ... what is the point of her investigating this? Isn’t it? What is she not satisfied with? The lady was a very kind person, so it was rare for her to talk for so long and her voice sounded irritated and upset. Sherry listened and also felt a little uncomfortable. When the lady finished, she said: “Madam, the girl who interrogated me has been here for a few days, and instead of investigating directly, she asked detailed questions indirectly, but fortunately I didn’t say a word of what I thought I shouldn’t have. I believe... she may not be one of your da