Sherlock Holmes Novels & Stories

I move so fast to reach the endless darkhole. It was endless due to no one have ever discover there's really the end of it, but I'm sure there's a bottom. How can there's not when I located the location of the awakening? “I might be the first one to realize the height of this darkhole!” Just as I finish it, my expression change suddenly into one of a dread.

Logan smashed his fist onto the council table. The hard obsidian surface instantly cracked into a web of deep fractures. Everyone present froze in sheer terror. Theodore's face turned ashen. "You—!" Logan's voice was piercingly cold. "She was not left over by anyone." "She is the she-wolf I have cherished in my heart for over a decade," he asserted. "And she is my recognized mate." Enraged, Theodore let out a bitter laugh. "Recognized? For her sake, you are willing to defy Theodore's will?"

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

I ask, flabbergasted, “You seemed so shallow and chill when I met you and now you are some sort of a mind expert?” “To answer your question, I am a criminal psychologist, I help solve crimes.” He tells me nonchalantly as I stare at him with wide eyes. “So you are modern-day Sherlock Holmes? Also, you are so closely tied with the mafia, how you can possibly help our justice system?” I was beyond curious at this point. Who is this mystery man? “I guess.” He chuckles, finding my reaction amusing, “And I never said it was helping anyone. Also, the mafia is a bit more complicated than what it might seem like to you.”

WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE “What do you mean? “ Lucy looked at him with a puzzled expression Williams took a deep breath “ I know you might not believe me, but I know this case is definitely not a case we can easily or merely solve, it is a supernatural case” “ And what makes you think that? “ Lucy asked, obviously interested Williams studied her facial expression, and seeing that she wasn’t looking at him like he was a weirdo or that he was delusional, he let out a breath of relief and continued

She was in for a long day as well. They were wrapping up on a big case today. A man had murdered his wife, and all they needed was his confession. They had the proof, but the guy’s confession would nail him in court. Elizabeth was good at getting suspects to confess, but this guy was a real piece of work. Classic narcissist with terrible misogyny. He was going to be tough to crack, but she knew her presence alone would rile him up. Hopefully enough for a confession.

After much debate I left her reluctantly. After dropping Bethany at her home I directly went to my penthouse.I shaved, showered and put on fresh clothes. While my chef has prepared pasta for me,I wasn't in the mood of eating.I don't know why but I was having a bad feeling. Just then there was a knock and in came my detective.No one knows his real name but he is called Sherlock.Cliched much right? "Hello there Mr.Sherlock.How have you been?" "I'm doing fine Mr.Martin.Your father gave me this case about your girlfriend's accident."

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"