Lady Sherlock Novels & Stories

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan

“Sharee’s motive may not be clear right now, but we can always find that after. For now, our best bet is the result we have at hand—Lady Montclair is definitely guilty. She checks the motive as a prospective bride, our witness confirms her, and now Sharee? Third time’s definitely a charm.” The tension in the air was palpable. And Lillia just watched quietly, smiling softly at how her maidens checked and balanced everything like musketeers. Just the knowledge of their presence, and how they so readily analyzed the case without her direction or order eased the weight in her heart. I hate to admit, but you may be right again, Fenris. They truly are musketeers. Fenris chuckled. You bet I am. “Wa

"I am Lily, Miss Maddy. I will assist you in dressing up and in doing your hair," the woman in uniform who went in my room. She was tall, a little taller than me, blonde, white and beautiful. Eyes were amber. There is no doubt she’s a wolf shifter. "Thank you."

There was something about Sarah that commands attention, not just because of her beauty, but because of her gaze. The buzz in the station grew louder when Atty. Martin Wane and Lady Catherine Shand arrived. Heads turned, and whispers rippled through the room as the two walked in. “It’s raining beautiful people in here,” someone jokes. “Is that Lady Catherine Shand? What’s going on?” “They’re not just beautiful,” another officer adds. “That’s Catherine Shand—one of the most influential women in international law. What’s she doing here?” A policewoman, her cheeks flushing as though she had just seen her ultimate crush, whispered excitedly, “Oh my gosh, I had no idea Atty. Martin Wane was such

I asked. "You f*cking lucky enough to be accepted by me, look I couldn't sleep from thinking before the new investigation that my chief already assigned to us but he knows that you're sick, aren't you supposed to take some f*cking rest?" "I'll take some prescriptions for migrations and medications for fevers" I answered with a smile that she'll never see through. "Alright Sherlock, the investigation is about homicide in district twenty-one beside the alleyway of HenLin Flat, it seems the victim is a she that was sexually assaulted and murdered her for resisting the suspect's desires"

I said without sparing anyone a glance and walked away. I picked up the vase the moment I entered my room and threw it against the dressing mirror, I let out a scream as my body was boiling on the Inside. “How dare she?!” I punched the broken glass and my hand began to bleed. “Tristan, before the woman died, she gave you a clue,” I paused and turned to look at Travis; what was he spewing now? “What clue?” Travis passed me a wet towel and I wrapped it around my bleeding hand. “The woman made mention of Lady before she died,” I looked at Travis with confusion, “Lady could only mean the person who sent her to kill Luna is from a noble family; she is from a family of rank because if she wasn't,

Chapter 43 A Liar. Sara Hewitt. "What happened next?" Glen's eyes shone in admiration as I told her the story of how I humbled Mrs. Lyla in her office. I shrugged and let out a huff of air, and with arrogance, I repeated my story. "You know... She was there, head bent over. Obviously crying..." I pointed out, glad that they were all listening attentively like loyal dogs. "Sage has finally shown her her place, and she was even trying to act all high and mighty around me." I chuckled, "She didn't stand a chance against me, you all should know that."

When he saw that it belonged to Emily Quest, he immediately understood what was going on. This woman must have done something to Xyla Quest yet again. As a realization hit him, Zack ran after Stanley. “Oh, right. Fifth Master… Your mother has returned.” Before Zack could finish speaking, a noble-looking middle-aged woman with long curly hair walked down the stairs. She was dressed in a white silk cheongsam and a shawl made from the same color’s fox fur. Stanley seemed surprised. “Mother… Why are you home?” “Have you seen the latest news on the entertainment bulletin?” Sharon Lindt frowned unhappily.

Their gazes were mostly on the young lady with long red hair tied in a ponytail, who places her hand on the Count's arm and put on a shy smile. The lady is wearing a white dress. "Who is that lady?" “Has Count Lanchaster recently adopted a daughter? Have you heard anything about this before?” “Woah, see that red necklace? The necklace has yet been put on the market by The Count's company, but the Lady has already been wearing it. Oh my~”

I’m sure there are other ways to keep those from going missing. There were also different maps of places in the Philippines plastered on the wall, along with a large and framed periodic table of elements. She’s got a tall shelf of books, four layers; most of it were Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes novels; some Science, Math, History, and dictionaries. Beside the bookshelf was a keyboard which caught my interest. “Do you play the piano?” I asked. “No,” she simply answered, her gaze still on the message. “Why do you have a keyboard, then?”