Sherlock Holmes Fate の小説・ストーリー

"I'm really sorry, Raelynn!" He looked absolutely lonely and desolate as he dragged his feet, gradually walking away. I wasn't sad at all; I only felt that I was finally liberated and had gained my freedom. Holden's prediction came true in the end. He was caught in a terrorist attack and died after being shot while attending an event there, never returning home again. I remained unexpectedly calm after learning the news of his passing. I simply reflected on the unpredictability of fate—a stranger I had once known so well was gone.

She looked at the lady, with shocked eyes. Yes, can you guess? The friend of Sherlock was the husband of Michel's stepmother and he was the dad of Kaily. And he died exactly one year ago. To put it simply, Sherlock's friend was her dead ex-husband. But it turned out that. he didn't die, but was killed by his wife. That was a shocking piece of news!

she lowered her head in sympathy covering her eyes to stop the tears from coming out. “Will you stop crying?” Ash reprimanded, he had just had a share of his mother crying and now she wanted to do the same. “You know it so painful, he was okay last night and the next thing he is dead, I wasn’t even given a chance to say goodbye” she sobbed uncontrollably breathing heavily. “We all weren’t given a chance” he tried to comfort her walking towards her. Sherlock’s death was so sudden that no one expected it. He raised her head and wiped her tears when he saw something he couldn’t explain. He saw Livey.

The clock birthmark on his left palm already decided his fate so the operation didn't become successful and he also died two hours after. The worst story I've read so far is all about the story of a policeman and a serial killer. Their world is really far from each other. In order to fulfill his duty, the police ended up killing her woman and he couldn't do anything but to accept his tragic fate. I can't help but to over think what will happen to me. "Sweetheart, tell us what else do you want to do?" mom asked worriedly while caressing my hair. For one last time, I stared at my two palms.

His death seemed to erase the mastermind behind the still-mysterious crime. A sense of guilt also haunted Clark because he felt responsible for the death of the gunpowder-scented man. Clark tried to find the last answers that might be obtained from him, but unfortunately, the man's life was not saved in time. He didn't expect it at all. Abigail Rossie, the mastermind, had once again outsmarted his plans. The woman was truly insane! Meanwhile, Clark's subordinates who guarded the back door managed to enter. They were surprised to find that the target they were supposed to apprehend had died before their eyes.

Mrs. Margareta had drawn Adaline's attention to the news. It had already been a day, and Ronan was yet to return. She did not know what to do. She had tried calling him several times, but his number was unreachable. Now, they sat together reading the headline on the television screen. Business Tycoon Mr. Henderson Dead During Arrest as Police Continue Investigation Into His Crimes. Mrs. Margareta gently patted Adaline's shoulder. "It's over," she said softly. "Everything is over."

I want him to lead an ordinary life, find a mate who loves and supports him’ His words repeated in Nikolai’s mind, making him tear up. God, what was going to happen to them now? A tragedy had happened. At almost 3 am, one of Hester’s enemies had successfully discovered his hideout and trespassed his home, killing him in cold blood. Of course, his brothers fought back and tried to protect their boss at all costs, but they failed. Hester Roswell was now dead. One of the greatest Britain mob leaders was now dead. While, Amir’s step-siblings and stepmother, were nowhere to be found.

For three years she had forced herself to accept the official story. The police report. The investigation. The condolences. The funeral. The grief. All of it built around one fact. Hope’s death had been an accident. But now— that fact was gone. Destroyed. Richard Hale smiled from the screen. A calm smile. A dangerous smile. Like a man who knew he still controlled the room. The countdown clock continued ticking. 49 MINUTES UNTIL LIVE FINALE. Nobody looked away from the screen. Nobody could. Richard slowly opened the report.

The female bodyguard’s frantic pleas did little to move the crowd. While she didn’t *look* like she was lying and lacked a clear motive, she was their only lead. As Sherlock Holmes famously said: "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." The atmosphere remained at a standstill. Charlie glanced at her. His gaze was aloof and cold, yet his voice was low, magnetic, and persuasive—almost hypnotic. "Why don’t we calm down and try a change of perspective? If you were standing where we are, what conclusion would you reach?"