Sherlock Holmes Henry Cavill Novels & Stories

Wales mystical holmes Episode 19 Written by ibikunle charis Episode 19 I was silenced as soon as my neck snapped and my body dropped to the ground, making a loud thud on the ground. He stretches his hand and draws out my soul from my body making my whole bones snapped. He brought out a jar and opened its lid, then forced my soul inside the jar before closing it tightly. He walked away from the scene and made his way out of the mall.

I watched as he just stood there staring out the window for a few minutes. ‘Henry Cavill!’ I thought after pondering who he reminded me of. It was the actor Henry Cavill. He looked like a younger version. His strong jawline was dressed in a 5 o’clock shadow. It was strange how quickly I started imagining him without it. Just like the actor when he played Superman. All he needed was a red cape and he’d transform from Clark Kent to the flying alien. I almost smiled at his similar messy hair. It was dark with short, big curls. Even with the 5 o’clock shadow adding to his age, that hair would probably keep him looking boyishly young forever.

But instead of reaching out to hold it, he kept staring at her, placing his fist under his chin. She felt a little uneasy. This man was smoking hot! But he also seemed a certified Asshole. Gosh! She needed him. He was her only hope. With a fake, over bright smile, she sat in front of him, “Listen Henry!” When she called his name he eyed her as if she had gone crazy. The man did look like the movie star, Henry Cavil. But she did not want to offend him by telling him that. “Molly must have told you about my need to marry someone.”

TRISTAN'S POV “Remember, no shots fired until I say so, boys. How are we feeling?” “Good, bouncy even.” It was Cavill that replied first, and I understood perfectly why. He was trying to impress, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to do a good job. Henry only nodded, cradling his revolver. He was frowning as usual, and I wanted him to do whatever he thought was best for him. I only wanted him to function as well as he usually did, nothing more.

Connor grumbled playfully. Despite the appearance of a specter at the feast (I’m quoting Mycroft Holmes to Benedict Cumberbatch in the BBC’s version of Sherlock – go watch the show, it’s awesome), things went well for the rest of the night. The rich people got their opportunity to press the flesh with Connor, the environmentalists raised some money, and I didn’t go to jail for killing Miranda. A moderately passable time was had by all. Until the end.

he says smiling. My cheeks turn pink hearing that and I look at him shyly." It's okay, it is my job to be ready to attend my patients anytime." I say I take a minute to look at his handsome face, he has short brown hair which is perfectly styled. pointed nose and square jawline. his eyes are of a lighter shade of emerald green. he seems to be hot. It looks like I have seen him somewhere, he looks so familiar. Oh my god! Oh my god! is he...is he Henry Cavil? it's definitely him. wait! but what would Henry Cavil be doing at my clinic? Oh come on Nicole, stop being so stupid! what is it with my Henry Cavil obsession huh? I am surely going to make a fool of myself one day.

The man was Henry Cavill with brooding attitude. “You’re still awake?” I said, leaning casually on the railing like my knees weren’t buckling at the sight of him. Trying my best not to looked at the daymmmn bulge. Heaven help me. He turned, eyes catching mine. That wolf-dark gaze of his was impossible to hold, so naturally, I held it—because sass is armor and I refuse to be the first one to blink. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” His voice was low, that rumbling growl of his that made my stomach do very unladylike somersaults.