Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he responded. “You also told her to send the information to your phone. It’s not dead. Of course, assuming that you’re a detective wannabe, you have deleted the text you sent so she won’t know its contents. Did I get that right?” I smiled when he slowly nodded. I am confident that I’m a good detective and probably next to the great Sherlock Holmes. Similar to him, I have always worked my cases alone. That is until he met Dr. John Watson, which apparently I don’t have.

An idea formed in her head, which she immediately knocked off because it was going to make her end up with regrets. "So, my name is Amelia. I would love to be referred to by that instead of Miss. It makes me sound old." Damon cracked a smile at the bold woman. This was probably the exact person that his friend needed, even though he was pig-headed not to admit it. "Your house was burnt." "No shit, Sherlock. How is this supposed to be news? Are you sure that you should be communicating with her?" Hunter cut in, refusing for both of them to have a bromance that was going to lead to something else entirely.

"But I prefer Dr. Austin, the refined gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses. He's so my type. If I could date someone like him, I'd be willing to do anything!" "I'm not like you guys. I want them both!" "Hey, you're being too greedy, girl! Listen, all of you should stop dreaming. Didn't you see Dr. Watson next to him? They might be a couple, you know?" "He could be her younger brother. Can't I just fantasize a bit?" "..."

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.

“Do it! Call the cops! Come on!” Ghost blinks. “Have you lost your damn mind?” I laugh, cackle really, and it comes out unhinged, the kind of sound that makes dogs howl. The voices in my head join in, a whole chorus of told you so. “I fucked up.” “No shit, Sherlock,” Knox mutters. “You kidnapped someone.”

Discomfort immediately settled her as she knelt before him, tying up her hair as every Tuesday and Friday. "I'm sorry sir, there was so much traffic, I came in late and...." he watched her yap and rolled his eyes non chalantly "Just shut the fuck up and get to it already." He ordered. She then went on and unzipped his pants to take out his huge sick hardening up as she engulfed it whole in her mouth, rythmitically pleasing him and licking every corner while he held her hair, chocking her on him more and more. Holmes sat, closing his eyes and groaning. He liked being feared. He liked being obeyed. A faint smile tugged at his mouth as he reached for the bottle of whisky on his desk.

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.