Sherlock Holmes 2 Novels & Stories

Scarlet's POV I started with cleaning the hallways this morning. I didn't want to have any awkward encounters with the Alpha and his friends. I was sure they were still sleeping. It was still very early so most of the pack members were sleeping except for those on patrol. I was done with the first floor, so I navigated my way through the house and started heading to the second floor. As I was about to take the first step, I heard Sharon call me. I froze.

'I need to keep an eye out. She squeezed the coffee cup in her hand and made her way to her desk. On the way she once again ignored the stares of the policemen present, wondering how hypocritical it all was. They were arresting criminals while committing the crime of harassment. She hated hypocrites. And men. And policemen. Morgana spotted Rey examining some paperwork. She walked past him without greeting him. When she reached Will's room, she stood with her hand on the way to the door. She could hear Will and Peter talking, but nothing was very clear.

We scrutinized every guest, every staff member, and every corner of the palace, determined to unravel the mystery. Hours turned into moments as our pack members delved deep into the depths of the palace’s security network. They accessed logs, cross-referenced data, and analyzed patterns, all in the pursuit of uncovering the truth. Their dedication was unwavering, their expertise unparalleled. And then, it happened. A breakthrough. One of our pack members, a tech-savvy specialist, discovered a discrepancy in the security protocols. An entry point had been compromised—a vulnerability that Jim had exploited. My heart clenched at the realization, knowing that my daughter’s safety had been compro

Allen, armed with the truth, went to the manor. Terence and Camile appeared heavy with worry. “Hello, Allen.” Camile forced a smile. “Any news of Sasha?” “Nothing concrete as of yet.” Allen’s response was calm. “But I’m here to get to the bottom of one thing. It’s about the silver poisoning incident two years ago.” Terence frowned. “The past should stay in the past, Allen. Our priority is to find Sasha.” “Unless this is cleared up, we will never know why Sasha left.”

"Then we adapt. We keep fighting. But we don't give up." My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. But something made me. "Hello?" Silence. Then a voice. Distorted. Electronic. "Aria Winters. The Second Wife. The Survivor. The Foundation Builder. So many titles. So much attention. The Shepherd is dead. But The Wolf lives. And wolves hunt." My blood went cold. "Who is this?" "You know who this is. I'm the one Cross warned you about. The one you can't stop. The one you can't even find."

Then I laid out everything—the fragments I'd pieced together from my past life, the clues I'd tricked out of Carrie in this one. "The safe my mother left behind doesn't contain bonds," I said. "It holds evidence of Nick's financial crimes… and my birth certificate. "I've sent Carrie to safeguard it. It's hidden in the countryside. For now. "And you should have the investigation reports from the car crash. When we piece it all together, every path leads to one man." "Nick Wheaton." Will spat out the name, his knuckles whitening on the wheelchair's armrest. The storm in his eyes broke—hatred surging, violent and consuming.

“Nothing.” I moved back, confused and unsettled. “What does that mean? Maybe I'm not a wolf?” “I don’t know yet.” Then his gaze lifted toward my forehead. His expression changed. Just for a second. It was like he saw a ghost. I saw it reflected as I looked into his eyes: a flash of silver light where none should exist as his eyes were green. My skin tingled as though something cold was trickling down my spine. And then… nothing. His eyes widened briefly, and then he blinked, and the moment was gone.

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

And just seeing him in the picture brings back flashbacks. The bald man. That creep. So I wasn’t drunk, and my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. So all those actually happened. The stalking, the chasing. Then the drink, the bullet in the Champagne. The note. Right! The note! I have it! Jumping to her feet, Agatha rushes to her hand bag that she took along with her and pulling out the tiny chit. “Wow. You really are real.” No shit Sherlock. Slowly she unrolls the note, rereading the words again.

“Wait, Arjun. Who is this Arun? I will come with you.” “I will handle it. You take care here.” I cut him off. I don't want him to know about Anika’s past even though he is my best friend. I drove straight to his office. I know Abrave Solutions Managing Director Mr. Santhosh. Their office flooring was done recently with Tinite. I want to know the motive of Arun and then turn him into the police. He cannot live free after all he did to sabotage our relationship. “Hi, I want to see Mr. Arun.” I told the receptionist girl.