Mycroft Holmes Book Novels & Stories

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

LUKE MATTHEW “WHAT ON EARTH are you saying? That is preposterous! Don’t give me this kind of disagreeable information.” “But why, Miss Cake? Is the young detective afraid of the truth now? Didn’t your father tell you that when you have eliminated all which is impossible—” “—then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. I KNOW, DOCTOR! And it isn’t Dad; it’s from The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes.”

My eyes widened even more when I saw the mansion’s design. “Wow,” I said, looking around. I could tell just how wealthy the Montemayors were. I quickly ran to the large bookshelf full of books. I’ve always loved books, especially the Sherlock Holmes novels by Arthur Conan Doyle, but since I couldn’t afford them, I’d just search for them online when I had data.

I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl. “What the –“ a males voice echoes with in the space. “Oh dear…” I sigh. Rosemary’s Pov I am laying on the bed , my head laying on Xavier’s chest – I feel his chest raise and fall in a gentle manner beneath me. I struggle to sleep , every time I close my eyes I see the faces of all those you have died for my sake. My tears begin to fall and soak on Xavier’s chest but I am glad he is still asleep – his soft snores are some what calming to me. Suddenly….I felt my heart sink in a pool of fear as I hear soft footsteps entering the mouth of the cave. I knew it was not a person , as I can hea

But the book remained silent, its secrets veiled behind the mystical glow of its pages. Aunt Agatha's comforting hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "This, my dear, is the Book of Shadows, an old friend of mine," she explained, her voice hushed with reverence. As I gazed upon the illuminated pages before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. What secrets lay hidden within the ancient text? What knowledge had been passed down through generations, waiting to be discovered by eager hands?

My curiosity started when Freeda suddenly thought that I was a vampire, she was so weird at that time. I also got up and picked up the book on my desk. This book is all about Dracula, written by Bram Stoker. I haven't read any books on the shelves, I'm not into reading. It's boring. Well, Enzo and Flynn are the bookworms in the pack, they loved to stay at the library. Enzo loved to read romance books and that's gross, while Flynn loved to read mystery thriller books of Agatha Christie. He once pushed me to read the book, Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle but I refused, I was busy painting some sceneries.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

I knew there was something so I searched desperately for it, there wasn't a painting in the room, just a bookshelf and a plain old wall. Out of all the Sherlock Holmes movies that I had watched and the fact that I was in a Mafia home, I couldn't help but believe that it was the bookshelf that was the secret passage and this meant there was a key. Probably a book on the shelf. But which book? Erotica, romance or Mafia. That wasn't it! Was it? Maybe it was the book in the middle but I pulled that out and it didn't do a thing. None of my thoughts or expertise proved a thing, it was almost like I was worrying too much and at this point, my nerves were all giddy.

I tell Daniel and then I walk out of the cell. I know the exact book that he is talking about but how he knows that the book is in my library is what has me stumped. No one apart from me, my father and Daniel knows that the book is in the Blood Moon pack; it is in the library but in a secure vault, so how exactly did a group of rogues learn of its location? “The book he's talking about, it's the dark hold, right?” Daniel asked me. “Yes.” I simply answer because my brain is moving a thousand miles a minute.