Sherlock Holmes Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“I know you heard.” No shit, Sherlock. I crossed my arms and leaned against the door. “Go away.” “I need to explain—” “No,” I cut him off. “You need to think about the fact that you just casually ordered a woman’s death like you were choosing what socks to wear. What the hell is wrong with you?” There was a pause. “She’s not who you think she is.” “I don’t think anything,” I snapped. “Because you don’t tell me anything!” Another pause.

If that was the case then she was more dangerous and scheming than an ordinary teenage girl. My fist trembled and I drew in a deep breath to calm myself. Mum was right, even if I didn't approve of her methods, this place wasn't for me. I didn't want to accept it, but one thing was for sure: I had to get away from here soon. If Priscilla was capable of planting fake documents and probably planned on luring me to find them, there was no end to how far she might go to achieve her messed-up goal. I shuddered for real this time..I couldn't believe a girl 8 years younger than me was turning me into Sherlock Holmes

‘Well, at least you had someo-‘ A long feral laced with a diabolic howl raised all of the hairs in my skin. Reminding me of what I left outside this metal-surrounded savior of mine. Oh, how I already know I won’t be able to defend myself in any possible way I could try looking at how the animal man, and his fellow brutes, frenzied with animosity and glowed with malice towards me. I don’t know, perhaps they planned it all along to make me appear the murderer and Hellen could either be part of it, against it, or unaware of it. ‘Either way, even the great detective of all time Sherlock Holmes would be asking why. Did it have to be me? I am nobody, I am powerless, I am no threat and no refuge. U

And taking pictures of him to spook him. I was pissed because beneath the suspicion in the look he was giving Damian, I could sense the longing. He was sitting right next to me, sweating for me, and he was still pining after a guy who wouldn't even look his way. “Someone's looking at you,” I teased, just to see him jump. “No shit, Sherlock,” he murmured. “What am I supposed to do with that piece of information though?” I shifted, wrapping my arm around his neck, pulling him into the crook of my arm. I leaned down, grazing my teeth against his earlobe.

Wales mystical holmes Episode 19 Written by ibikunle charis Episode 19 I was silenced as soon as my neck snapped and my body dropped to the ground, making a loud thud on the ground. He stretches his hand and draws out my soul from my body making my whole bones snapped. He brought out a jar and opened its lid, then forced my soul inside the jar before closing it tightly. He walked away from the scene and made his way out of the mall.

he cut in. “Just because he rejected you and refused to make you his Luna you want to seduce him and separate him from his mate” Sherlock had heard a lot about Livey from Scarlett his mate, he hated her for making his son the cold person he was today and seeked for an opportunity to meet her, he was finally blessed with such a day. “I was only going to” “Did I ask you to speak” he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, Livey struggled to breath much worse she struggled to break free from his grasp.

I should focus on the problems right in front of me. Clearing my throat, I told him everything about Nora and Liam’s conversation, including their suspicion that Holly isn’t really Sid’s mate. Finally, I asked, “Have you ever heard of a way to fake as someone’s mate?” Asher shook his head. “Never.” He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face, and added: “But when Holly showed up at my door earlier, I did sense something… unusual.” “Unusual now?” “She had this strange scent. Not perfume—more like a wolf’s scent. When I smelled it, my mind went fuzzy for a second, and my wolf felt… aroused, like it was in heat. But I snapped out of it quickly.”

Watson turned to look at the figure of the girl slowly disappearing in the depths of his eyes, he laughed; If there were really good people in this world, wouldn't there be no more policemen like you? Sitting up, he took the robe in his hand and smelled the scent on it. Looks like a scent of lily; The scent was so pleasant that it made Watson fall in love. To be honest, Watson had never seen a lily, at least he couldn't distinguish the flowers in the world, but for some reason, when he held this thin cloak, he could feel the scent on it, he knew immediately that this was the scent of lily. Watson was fascinated for a moment, and then quickly got up, looking for an apartment to spend the nigh

And here we were, Max was investigating my 'injuries' like he was a freaking doctor. "My hickey?" I said playfully but he didn't buy it. "That's not a hickey" he insisted. "Are you ready to take some pictures?" I dodged his inquisition and took my phone out. "You have scratches all over you. Are you alright?" Who was he, Sherlock fucking Holmes?! "Max, I'm fine, what's wrong with you? Let's take the picture and we can both be on our way. I don't want to waste your whole afternoon" I gave him another forced smile.

I snap, my voice shaking from a mix of pain and anger. “What’s wrong?” He crouches to meet my eyes. I finally look up, the pain easing, but the rage bubbling. “Why do you fucking care? You were too busy screwing someone else while I was in fucking pain.” His brows furrow. “Wait… was it the mate bond?” I glare. “Congratulations, Sherlock. Took you long enough.” “Aria, I didn’t know—” “And now you do,” I cut him off. “But guess what? I don’t give a shit.” My wolf, of course, is howling like a lunatic, but I ignore her.