Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Chole and Griffin answered at the same time, and Kai just shook his head and walked away. Stefan's Home When Stefan got home, Dorothy was already dressed and ready for school. She was scrolling through posts on her phone, shaking her head. “What’s the matter, love?” Stefan asked. “It’s nothing. I’m just wondering how low my so-called sister would stoop to get what she wants,” Dorothy replied with an eye roll, showing Stefan her phone. He glanced at the screen. “She got married to Sherlock Holmes? Isn’t he a bit old for her?”

“Duke. You’re going to have to kill him at the end of this.” I know where she’s going with this, but I’m not going to make it easy for her. “No shit, Sherlock. That’s the whole reason we’re here, isn’t it?” “Yes, exactly. And if you’re starting to like him, won’t that make it harder for you to kill him?”

"One, I will find out that this super fan of mine is a girl and she's the girl I fell in love with long time ago, second, she'll remain my super fan but will stop stalking me because she got tired of me, third, she'll start to hate me and start to bash me while me realized that I fell in love with her, fourth, I'll stop writing stories and isolate myself then found comfort in her in person not in social media and lastly, fifth, I'll find out who my stalker is and found out the she's the one I stalk in person. What do you think?" I smirked. "Thank you, I've take note all of it." "I also have suggestion on mine." said Sandstorm. I nod. "First, the stalker I have will be my best friend, second,

“Sweeping his hands through his ravishing locks of shining golden blonde hair, his spellbinding sapphire sky blue eyes filled with lust and hot passion dripping with sweet desire as he bent down towards Lyall. Lyall licked his lips hungrily. As their lips meet…” “Ahem,” Kitty says. “Hate to interrupt… whatever this is. The groceries are out on the porch. You know the drill. You boys can take it from here.” “Your timing is atrocious as always,” Alastaire says, slipping his phone into his pocket. “First you steal my Cupcake away for a whole day, then you barge in on story hour just as it’s getting really good.” “I didn’t know you read Fable fan fiction,” I blurt out, hoping he’s never read any

He stopped and gave me a confused look. "Where are we going? Moreover where are you taking me?" "Look you are new to friendships but I am not and as a friend it is my responsibility to help a friend who needs me." "But you didn't answer my question." I said wanting to get rid of him faster. I know it is rude to be mean to someone who cares for you but I can't help it. "Because it is not a thing for Sherlock Holmes to guess." What is this man speaking? "Ahhhhh I always forget that you are one step behind." I punched him in the stomach for that and he yelped in pain.

She whined, glaring at me. I smiled as i watched her face, so flushed. “Number eight was what you secretly added to the list the first time wasn’t it?” She blushed deeper, “took you so long, Sherlock.” I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Then i adjusted, "I was thinking." "That’s dangerous." She mimicked me. "Shut up." I chuckled. I traced a line down her arm, feeling the goosebumps on her skin already.

I concluded, half-laughing. She looked thoughtful for a moment, and I worried I’d overstepped. Finally, she smirked. “He picked up a key card on the way to the bar. Claimed he left his upstairs.” She raised an eyebrow at me and teased, “I thought you Brits were all uptight and sexually repressed.” “Clearly not,” I replied. “Maybe you need to learn a little more about us Brits.” She recognized the flirtation in my voice and smiled. “Well, Sherlock, keep me updated on what you find out, and I might just have to do that.”

’ Confused about the reference, Milo asked, ‘Who’s Sherlock? Veronica chuckled. ‘A famous detective.’ ‘So, he’s like Auguste Dupin.’ ‘Who?’ It was Veronica’s turn to look blank. ‘A famous detective.’ Milo shot her a look as if to say: isn’t that obvious? Alessia said, ‘Veronica, why don’t you take Milo into his room, read him a story of Sherlock Holmes? Carry this box of blueberries with you.’ ‘What about you, Mom?’ Milo asked. ‘I’ll deal with our guest.’

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

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