Lady Sherlock Novels & Stories

Sarah stopped and turned to look at the lady. The lady smoked and said coldly, "You don't pay attention to me anymore." "What nonsense are you talking about?" asked Sarah. The lady scoffed coldly and asked, "Do you think I didn't notice? You changed." "Don't be paranoid. I've just been busy," said Sarah while frowning. The lady sat up straight and stared at Sarah, asking, "Tell me what happened. Do you have a new lover?" "Nothing happened. Don't overthink it," said Sarah.

He added as he showed her the picture of the lady Lily's eyes narrowed as she took the phone from Bryan, studying the photo carefully. The woman in the image was beautiful, with sharp features and a confident smile that seemed calculated rather than genuine. "She looks... familiar," Lily muttered, her brows furrowed as she tried to place where she'd seen her before. Bryan leaned back, watching her reaction closely. "She should. She's a well-known businesswoman in the circle. She's known for her impeccable business skills."

Now what is she aiming for? “My lady, please,” I gasp, trembling violently. “Take it off now!” she snarls, stepping forward with her hand raised. I obey. My shaking fingers reach up, fumbling with the small clasp until the cool metal unhooks. I lower the silver chain to my side, and Lady Victoria freezes. “You're in heat?” she mutters, eyes wide with shock.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Compared to a domineering, fiercely possessive she-wolf like me, the gentle, elegant, and dignified Grace was the perfect fit to be the pack's Luna. Eleanor had never liked me, but because Raymond adored me, she had never been able to voice her complaints. Now that Raymond chose Grace, it suited her desires perfectly. "Wonderful, wonderful. Is this the daughter of the White Pine Pack Elder? How beautiful. Come closer and let me look at you," Eleanor said. Blushing with shy compliance, Grace allowed Raymond to lead her by the hand before Eleanor. After chatting for a few moments, as if suddenly remembering something, Grace touched the moonstone necklace around her neck and looked at me with a

she replied. The young woman immediately rose up from her seat and offered a curtsy. “My deepest apology for not properly introducing myself; and boldly coming here with no prior notice.” “Nah. It’s fine as long as you were aware of your actions,” Lady Francesca immediately dismissed the part. “I am Lady Hariet Syford, the younger sister of Dynirho by nine years,” the young woman started. Then, the Feledencian woman had confirmed the ground on their identical features.

I'm not that tall and even if I wear high shoes, I can see the difference in our heights. “Ed... it's nice to see you here," she said sweetly. She's wearing a black pant suit and a white sweetheart neckline shirt underneath. Her black hair is tied in a ponytail just like mine. He imitated the way the lady kissed her son and then smiled at me. "Hi! Lily, right? I'm Chelsea..." "Hi..." I croaked. I saw Madame Moriarty smirked. "Sorry we're late, Chelsea and I have something else to attend to. Everyone, you can take your seats..."

His tendons flexed at his neck and the rest of his body followed the muscular attempt of him to escape. Looking up from my chair, I saw the woman turn toward the door the moment I walked in, her eyes clearly focusing on me. Then I was startled because I realized who she was. This was Lady Asher, a picture of beauty and class reduced to an angry spirit capable of killing. She had raven, shoulder-length hair, porous like a waterfall behind her back, her face was porcelain. Her face was still smooth and still majestic, those large eyes dark hollows of deep-set alabaster beauty.

Quickly grabbing my shoes and socks running towards the Yard where Noel is pacing up and down. “Come one, we literally got two minutes left. Liam isn’t one to wait around.” He gestures wild in the air hoping I will hurry up and so I do, because what could be worse than to be late on your first day when you try to make a good expression. Just then something caught my eye, a little silver sparkle on one of the balconies. There is the mysterious Lady stood looking right down at me with her arms firmly crossed in front of her. The light must have reflected on her brooch, which is what caught my attention. I wonder how long she was stood there because she will have seen Jackson and me from there

She didn’t know what Lady Sharma was talking about. "But I’m just one person; I’m not two," she said, looking confused. Helen notices that Lady Sharma can see her; she wonders to herself who Lady Sharma is and how she can be the only one seeing her. She thinks she should use this opportunity to talk to her about her sister.