Sherlock Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Why would I? You think I’m dumb. I think someone wants you dead.” “No shit, Sherlock! I didn’t notice that.” I sank on the ground. “So, how did you know I was trying to escape and no lies? Don’t even try to pull your puppy eyes. They won’t work on me.”

I was slightly unconscious but still conscious enough to know that his men were dragging me somewhere. Their grips were hard and firm on my arms as they pulled me into the dark room. It was only after I woke up that I got the full details of where I was. I realized that I had been played. Sherlock had pulled a fast one on me. He had made a bait for catching Damien. I glared at him, my eyes flashing with anger. “What do you want from me?” I spat, my voice weak but full of defiance. He only chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You know exactly what I want. You see, I have been trying to take down Damien for quite some time now, and I believe you hold the key to his downfall.”

"That's sex. Have you ever kissed her? I know that Beth and you are not together anymore, but-" "Sherlie, as far as I am concerned, Elizabeth is my woman. Elizabeth. Not Megan, not anyone else. Elizabeth." "But you said that you didn't want to be her boo thing anymore-" "I want us together. That's what I was getting at." "Well, you sure do have a funny way of putting it." "No shit, Sherlock. I've tried calling her, but she's not picking up. Is she okay?" Sherlie snorted, pinching a small bit off the croissant on her plate and putting it in her mouth.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.” He heaved a sigh, moving closer to me. When I tried to put some distance between us, he held firmly to my arms, refusing to let me go despite my struggles, “you’re not the girl from six years ago, Stacy. That night, in the room, I saw the haunted looks in your eyes. I saw, before I even knew who you were, the pain you were struggling to hide, now that I know your story, I understand that pain now. I’m glad you chose to keep the pregnancy.”

I always tried my best to stay away. I knew she was pissed that Adrian chose me— in all my weirdness and dullness. I could feel her anger in my system. But for the first time, I wanted to hold onto a man she liked. Not because of the breeding arrangement. But because he was my mate. A sharp snap of fingers snapped me out of my thoughts, causing me to flinch. That was when I remembered that I was sitting at this table with someone. And not just anyone, but my Sherlock best friend, Cora.

They both cried in each other's comfort. Just then, Alfred appeared in the doorway, his expression grim as he saw the both of them cuddled up, crying. "Are you guys okay? Or do you need a moment?" "Don't be weird, what do you want?" Renee asked. "What is it? If you are here that means you have news, so spill." Scott practically yelled at him. "Okay Sherlock, after we got rid of the nuisance that was slowing down our work, I decide to try something. He delivered the latest news. "We detected her," he said, his voice tense with urgency.

After all, they couldn't control it yet, their minds mingling as they felt the presence of the other inside one another. Once Alex ' knot deflated, he withdrew from Ash slowly. Ash hissed a bit and felt empty when Alex withdrew from him. His eyes got heavy, sleep was calling his name. Alex made Ash drink some water before he could sleep. "Come on darling, I need you to drink some more, please. You burnt out a lot of energy." Ash rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock." Alex smirked kissing his lips softly. "We should probably shower before going to bed. We're sticky and sweaty. Do you think you could hold stay up for a bit longer while I wash you up?"

That comment earned a deadly glare from the Fallen. “Well, now that the case was close. Detective Sherlock is now signing off. Adios!” And then he disappeared, again, into the thin air.

You've been my good friend. S: That's my job to do. K: Job? You have no obligation to me. Sherlock didn't reply. K: Do you have a girlfriend now? S: I don't have K: Why? Don't you have a woman you like? S: I have, of course K: Good to hear that. I can almost believe my guess that you are gay S: I'm not gay K: Okay 😅🤪 S: Promise me you will enjoy your vacation

"No shit, Sherlock. I mean don't get me wrong, short and curvy works fine for me, but I always expected, if ever fate was cruel enough to curse me, she'd at least give me a woman who likes me." "I'm sure she will in time. We took her by surprise, not to mention she's in pain. Besides, I kind of like that she's feisty. She'll need it to keep up with us." Round eyes and an open mouth met his answer. "You, my friend, are insane. One ball too many to the head I think. I mean, not only does she not want you, shouldn't you be more pissed that it looks like she's meant for both of us?"