Lady Sherlock Novels & Stories

"Señorita Laura you flatter me. I did that because it is the right thing to do and it is my job. You know, I always believe that 'There is no peace without a-" "Justice." Alice stops and look at the lady in surprise. "How did you know my principle?" Alice asks with amazement. But Lady Doreen looks taken aback. "O-oh? Nothing. You're a Detective so I assumed that your number one priority is the justice." She reasoned. "I see..." Alice said, suddenly not convinced. "Anyway, Lady Doreen I heard you're dating the Earl from the Montenor manor." Madame Leticia brought up.

Lily, the woman with a shrewd glint in her eyes and a flair for intrigue, sat in a dimly lit chamber. The room was filled with ancient scrolls, maps, and a large, ornate table covered in maps of the Lycan Kingdom. Lily's fingers drum on the table as she contemplated her plan.

Someone muttered, "Isn't Thomas married?" Lily sneered. "So she's a serial homewrecker! Got used up by some married man and now she's looking for Rob to play daddy!" I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt. "I am not a mistress. My name is Sherry Knight, and Rob Balmer got down on one knee to marry me!" But no one was listening. They were all sneering at me. "She's pretty enough, but she had to go and throw herself at a taken man."

so please don't attack me. Watch out for LADY YU LIN on THE TIME TRAVEL SERIES 3 : Titled : HIS EMPRESS

Hanging up, Diana was about to shut down her phone when her eyes met the other contact again. Later Again, circumstances had pushed her not to reach out. The tall, hazel eyed woman with long auburn hair that she had cut on her right side so that the red locks were flowing down only over her left temple, with the right side shaven and leaving a soft scarlet patch, giving her an air of power and a certain viciousness—the viciousness that had earned the infamous title—Lady Death—that she had used in the past to terrorize an entire city but also to later help protect other parts of the world.

“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.”

she lowered her head in sympathy covering her eyes to stop the tears from coming out. “Will you stop crying?” Ash reprimanded, he had just had a share of his mother crying and now she wanted to do the same. “You know it so painful, he was okay last night and the next thing he is dead, I wasn’t even given a chance to say goodbye” she sobbed uncontrollably breathing heavily. “We all weren’t given a chance” he tried to comfort her walking towards her. Sherlock’s death was so sudden that no one expected it. He raised her head and wiped her tears when he saw something he couldn’t explain. He saw Livey.

I smelt a refreshing flowery scent hit my nose and I can't help but inhale. "Lady Agatha Danbury" That came from one of the ladies. "Lady Catherine " "Lady Violet "Lady Silvia "Lady Winter The flowery scent got closer and closer and I knew it was my turn soon. I felt a presence in front of me and can't help but lift my gaze "Lady Courtney "I maintain eye contact with the Queen Dowager and she looked nothing as I expected,she looked too young to have given birth to a King Her hair was bound with hair pins and jewelry. She looked really beautiful and she had a small smile on her lips.

Some were even close-ups, and with the suggestive lighting, she looked like a woman of the night. She took a deep breath before replying softly, "Yes, it's me." In Professor Caldwell's office, tension hung in the air, palpable and thick. He paced restlessly, trying to restrain his evident agitation. Every time he turned and caught a glimpse of her, he looked away, vexed. Finally, he stopped by the window, his voice strained. "Lily, did you ever work as a hostess?" "No!" Lily Parker's voice broke in its intensity as she grabbed the pictures from the desk, tearing them to shreds. "I didn't! I haven't done any such thing!" All she had wanted was to be with Ethan Hart.

“I don’t think that…” “Shh, shh, shh,” she said, pressing a finger softly against my lips, yet again filling me with an itching need. “First of all, I prefer to be called Lady Brit. And second of all, I’m afraid that it must be you, my dear. I find your strange aura pleasing. So weak, fragile, and pure. Your like a delicate flower, oozing the sweetest of scents, one little tug away from crumbling to the ground.”