Sherlock Holmes Fate の小説・ストーリー

Urian turned back to Haven who was finally dead and turned back to her dad. “It's you, your the one who keeps killing her. Ohh you're gonna have to pay for all my sleepless nights”. He said and walked towards him as he began to hit him so hard. When he saw that Mr Stone was finally very weak, he brought out his claws, ready to end his life when he heard that weak and innocent voice try so hard to scream. “Stop”!

*** Next morning, at the front of the police office *** A black van shows up right in front of the police station and Dr Watson gets down just before the door slides shut and the van speeds off. Watson looks beat. It's clear that he's gotten no sleep and in his hand, he holds a photo. It's the one from before. Angrily, he walks into the station................ Dr Watson's POV~ With my fist clenched, I walked into the office, totally devastated from what happened last night. I had put so much hope in that bastard Richard and he didn't show up or even try to call for that matter. How insensitive could he possibly get?

a rejected mate. There were also conspiracy theories. Some spoke of murder, others spoke of other supernatural Powers responsible for it. It was as if they were writing up fiction stories in their little heads with their peanut brains. The world inside my own head was a bigger mess than the one outside. I had thought I would be able to handle it after that first day and that it would be fine and that Balfour wouldn't want me to cry but it was all bullshit because every night of that week, I bawled my eyes out and cried my heart out upon realizing the bitter truth that he was gone. His death was indeed investigated but they found nothing. Ulric had met up with me at a corner in the Alpha's C

Hating us more then ever before. Aunt Karen did not handle her husband's death well. She left us alone to fend for ourselves, deciding that if nothing else, we can starve to death since she wouldn’t feed us. Months and months later, they say she died of a broken heart. No longer having the will to live on without her husband. She never left the house anymore. She never left her room or even her bed toward the end. We found her body after school one day, still in bed. We were almost thirteen then.