Mycroft Holmes Book Novels & Stories

raising my hand, I tried to grab them only for them to disappear inside the house. Once I enter the house, a familiar feeling starts to creep inside my heart. Blood rushes to my ears as my heart thump began thumping so loud, it was almost deafening. The scent of this house... it was a scent that I find so familiar. "Why does this place feel so familiar? Have I been here before?" Glancing around the room, I mumble to myself, as I followed the two familiar figures to another door. A dazzling light blinded me for a moment before my eyesight adjusted. And what greets me is a sight that almost made me cry.

Harley said, cutting me off. I cursed myself in my mind. My habit of speaking too much had become a curse for me. Something would slip out one way or another. “It's public info.” Before she could argue, I asked, “So they just took everyone home?” “Yeah, keep trying to change the topic.” “I’m not changing the topic.” “Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.”

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

They had been doing nothing for months, so I wasn’t heartless for making them work while I searched for my father’s records on Mara’s kind. I sat behind the mahogany desk that belonged to the head librarian. “Bring them here.” They placed the books on the desk before me and quickly turned back to grab another set. Soon, books were everywhere—on the table and on the floor. The first book I opened was about the wars my great-grandfather fought with the Rogues. The book was old, its cover almost falling apart, and the dark ink was nearly faded. With my Alpha speed, I scanned through it, and in less than a second, I was done.

I wait until he’s upstairs and his bedroom door closes before I creep into the foyer again, listening to Josie and Adrian whisper-fighting down the hall. “I can’t wait for you to go back to Wellington,” she hisses, but then her voice changes to something bright and amicable as she places another food order. The microwave beeps, and Adrian howls, hissing under his breath as what I assume is steaming hot popcorn is dumped into a bowl, but I’m not here to eat and watch a movie. I look back into the study, my heart hammering. Where would she keep the book? Not out in the open, for sure. It’s the only copy left of the grimoire, The Book of Whispers, the recipes within capable of undoing the fabri

‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to. When I was about to take it, a hand took in a fraction of seconds from behind me, where the book was on top. I turned to see him almost touching my body. His hands are still above me, having the book in his hands. He never forgets to give a death glare at me though I never crossed into his places. “I chose that book first.” I said, with a daring look. “I took that book first.” He smiled with a smirk. “You never come to libraries.” I said.

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.