Sherlock Holmes Fanfic Novels & Stories

"What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you." Sherlock smirked. "Took you long enough to ask. There's one more thing that needs to be done." I arched a brow. "Which is?" His smile broadened. "Michael Donovan." Jeremy and I exchanged glances, confusion etched on our faces. Michael Donovan???

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

Sienna held my gaze as she went on her knees, taking in my hungry and expectant look. “Oh, my goodness!” Sienna’s lips gently grazed my cock, and I lost every bit of resistance in me. This had happened so many times, but tonight, I suddenly felt like Sienna was slowly losing her touch. I had never felt this distracted around her before. I bet it’s Holmes’ daughter in my pack, keeping my thoughts occupied about how best to torture her. “Mmmm!” Sienna suddenly took my length fully into her mouth, and I felt a fire building up inside me. Maybe I could try to concentrate and…

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

“Pick between yapping and reading.” “Reading.” She scoffed and resumed. Silence returned as her voice softly filled the room again until a question popped into her head. “Who is Sherlock?” she asked suddenly. Damien cracked open one eye again. “The Alpha of your original pack—BloodFang.” The book slipped slightly from her hands as her mind wandered. That name echoed in her bones, and she realized she had a hidden weapon she didn’t even think of all this while. Her lips curled into an evil smirk.

And a meter away was a Sherlock Holmes hat. He was a hardcore fan of Sherlock Holmes. They once had a debate about who was the greater detective between Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot, although she was not that into detective stories. She just wanted to contradict him. She crouched down by the chair she had spotted from the outside. It was near the door. Whatever had created this dark blotched, it had dried. She touched the stain. The carpet was hard and stiff. She wasn’t sure how long this unknown liquid would take to be dried. Hours? Or days? Or Was this ages old? She didn’t remember she had never looked down on this particular spot before. She felt like Marc would have cleaned this up

A vision of his dark head in front of her chest and his mouth softly bit her nipple made her shudder. William tilted his head. "Let me guess, it must be one of the detective stories." He walked over to the bed then finished his drink before putting the empty glass on the bar counter. Katherine hid her surprise well. Just like other things, she had expected him to forget about her love for mystery. But here he was, once again proving that she had been wrong. "Sherlock Holmes," she provided. "Ah, classic." He began to walk slowly towards the bed. "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was an amazing writer," Kate replied.

Here comes the part where Fuschia has to shake that belief. “Pfft, why did you end your role as knight Sergey? It was quite fun though.” Sarah glared at Fuschia. The veins in her neck tightened as she was about to say something, but something caught her throat. Now, Fuschia is not only discussing the storyline that only exists in her dreams, but also the plot that she designed herself based on her confidence. Though she was sure that Fuschia didn't know it, “Pfft-hahaha, do you think I didn't realize it? I know all the plots you and Hayden are plotting because I read that book. Really, I quite enjoyed it.” Fuschia held back a triumphant smile on her face.

The sound of sighs that collided with each other sounded full of passion from a pair of different types of people who were naked in a luxurious apartment owned by a man named Philip Warren. his female partner, Sera Holmes, was moving wildly over Philip's innocent body, who was now seen sitting on the soft sofa where they were now spurring mutual passion together. “Ohh..., oohh!! It's delicious, it's delicious!” Sera babbles with her eyes closed deliciously. Her hips moved swiftly over the stocky body of the ex-fiancée of the half-brother she had snatched away.

My stomach was churning with the desire to feel him possess me. "You know enough." "No. And I want to change that. Now it's no longer an arrangement, Ryan. It's a fair game." I caressed his lower lip with my finger. "A fair game?" "Yes. I want to know everything about you." I kissed his chin. "You shouldn't worry about my past." "I'm not worried. I'm just curious. Don't you want to know things about me that you don't know yet?" "I know enough about you." "Right, Sherlock... I'm sure you have a folder with information about me, including my blood type." I rolled my eyes, mocking him, underestimating him too soon. His face remained serious. "That was a joke... Oh my God! Are you serious?" My s