Sherlock Holmes Novels & Stories

Henry rolled his eyes, but he knew I was right. "Is there anything else we need to discuss before I head back to my office?" "Oh, yea I almost forgot the chemist called for you this morning." "If he's calling me then he better hope that he has all of my product ready to go." "According to what he was saying he was able to synthesize, something for every species." When I found this guy a year ago, he was a genius at coming up with drug compounds that would affect all different kinds of super naturals.

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 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.

"I should praise you for acting too well and being very smart." Selina didn't know what the man was talking about, but she was so calm that she said it didn't seem like anything was going on. “Do you want to go out?” Robert Evans is a serial killer. He tricks and kills a lot of girls. Every time he killed, Robert Evans dismembered his body in so many ways. Robert Evans is a brilliant, caring man. He always knew how to hide in this city. He thought he was being approached by Selina when he didn't pay attention and denounced him, so he brought the Police here.

I shot at him, and he shook his head. "Animals are not human's, Wilde. Not my job," he said. "Does the hunter committee know you are here?" I asked him, and he grinned. "I do not answer to anyone, Oscar, and they know what your in-laws family had done," he said. "How are we sure that it wasn't rogues that did that? Vampires have rogues too." I pointed out. "Unfortunately, his skipping town indicates he is guilty. Besides, it is his job to keep all vampires in check." He pointed out, and I was angry at this guy. He just wanted to clear my pack and Linus' family.

Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all. “I am asking you, little hunter.” With my furrowed brows, I look into his eyes. “Should I answer?” I innocently asked. “It’s a basic manner to do so,” he replied. “Manner for a human-to-human conversation,” I smirked. I heard a small cough behind Alarick and I saw Convel, the blue guy trying to hold his laughter. “Convel find you funny, that’s news.” Convel stopped coughing and keep a poker face.

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.

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

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease.

“Evelyn?” “I must apologize,” the older, distinguished looking man said with a pronounced British accent. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” “Andrew, that’s him,” Evelyn whispered, recognizing the man who’d swept her out of the ballroom in Los Angeles to accost her about Charlotte’s whereabouts all those months ago. “I apologize for the late intrusion. I've only just arrived on the train. My name is Horace Jenner,” he introduced politely. “I’m likely more familiar by my stage name. Holmes Herbert. I believe you’ve been looking for me.”