Sherlock Holmes Fanfic Novels & Stories

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

Seeing their happy faces only reinforces their determination to rule over the lands in a just way. “This is only the beginning,” Dmitri says. “We have a lifetime together.” Roseanne kisses him and says, “Together. Forever.” ... Author's Note: Part 2 of this book is out! Search for 'The Hated Mate (Lycan and his lover 2)'

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.”

Sherlock: I don’t know much about you either. Furrowing her brow, Khali expressed her concern. ‘He has no idea who I am. But how did he figure out what I needed to know?’ Khali thought. Khali: Can I name you Sherlock on my phone? Sherlock: Why Holmes? Khali: Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character. Sherlock: You named me after your favorite. Khali: Yeah, you do seem mysterious to me. The same goes for me. Can you tell me my name on your phone?

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

I knew it. I would not be surprised if he now knew how Diane and I were doing together. I would no longer be surprised if he already knew that I would be courting her soon. Of all the people I knew, it was Leandro who could definitely replace **Sherlock Holmes. If he wasn’t only drunk right now, this would be the perfect time to talk about Diane. I ended up climbing down the stairs to approach him. I scrunched my nose because of his foul stench—he reeked of alcohol, and never even once in my life that I liked its smell.

She told about struggling to be elevated from intern to investigator and the excitement of finally making it. Lizzy scowled when she came to the part where she and Jim were paired up to work the case of Antoh Sudnik. She even went so far as to ask what role Jim played in such a risky assignment. Chloe held her at bay for the time being. She was determined to tell the story in chronological order and jumping ahead to admit Jim was a vampire just wouldn’t do.

Fuck you, moon goddess! "Shit! Isabella, you are in heat." No kidding, Sherlock. Harry stood at a distance from me, not wanting to rile his wolf and mount me. He plugged his nose with his fingers, trying to block out the scent. His eyes constantly change from brown to gold. A fight between man and wolf. "What should I do? Where is your mate? Should I call him?" The panic was evident in his voice. "No no no no." I chanted like a broken record. The last person I need now is Richard. I don’t care if I have to fight this thing by myself, I am not mating with Richard. At least not now.

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease. I guess not

With our relationship now out, a lot of people didn’t approve of it for obvious reasons. I was the ex and a former suspect of Sheldon and his murder, and Tristan was the one cracking the case. I knew it was a bit 'inappropriate' to some people, but we didn’t care. Love found its what in some of the strangest, most forbidden occurrences, and there was nothing anyone could do or say to change that. "I'm trying to hold up" I chuckled a little as I pulled away. He brushed a tendril of my brown hair out of my face as he cupped my cheek.