Sherlock Holmes Novels & Stories

Next, I know the person takes out a bottle of a potion from his pocket and throws it at me. " Take one drop every day. You will be fine by the end of this week. " The voice was cold as ice. But there was something in it which was oddly familiar. Looking one last time at me, as if bored. The person places his hands back in his pocket to turn around and leave. When I couldn't help, please the person. Desperate to know who he was. A hunter? An assassin? " Wa...wait... at least tell me who you are! Please...!"

I’m not a short woman but in front of him, I could never get an opportunity to say this. He was not from around here. He didn't looked like someone from here, he must be from the Asian mainland. He was tall with an athlete's body, and everything about him was just sharp. His monolid eyes were the darkest set of brown that some would believe that they were black, however, I was not a mere human being, the blood in my veins was of werewolves, so I could see his eyes were dark brown and were sharp. His nose was high and straight and sharp. It was adding another charm to his inevitable personality, that was screaming, I’m the boss here.

I didn't ask him for help, but just as in Del Mar, he rescued me. Maybe he was Batman. While walking from the secret elevator to the main elevators within the catacombs of Infinity my purse vibrated. I stopped and moved to the side of the hallway as it vibrated again. I removed my phone from my purse and held my breath as I swiped the screen. Am I ready to hear his voice again? Will he be upset that I'm making Isaac wait? Am I making him wait? A lump formed in my throat until I saw the name: PATRICK.

“These readings are highlighting recurring quantum signatures, not of this timeline. The data graph is producing a consecutive extrapolation of Outer Burst quanta. This means there is a tangible presence right here. It must be hidden inside the cow faeces. Quickly, we need to retrieve whatever it is before the pureness of the unknown substance is compromised.” In haste, Sherlock opened his briefcase and equipped a pair of protective gloves. He also took out a durable grasper coated with a special synthetic polymer. Telling the others to give him some space, Sherlock positioned himself over the dung pile where he extended the grasper inside. He searched the warm mess with such zeal that he wa

If Hunter was meeting someone there, it has to be an important business. Indeed it was. Through the man Enzo left on Hunter's tale, I unearthed that he was meeting a man I've heard quite often about. Jack Stones, a well-known investigator who made it to the headlines for solving many cases. He was the best in his work. So best that he was called a speed demon for getting cases solved ridiculously fast— just hours after taking them on.

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.

He walked with precision, one foot in front of the other, steadily and slowly, there was no rush or haste in the way he walked, and there was nothing domineering about his steps, but Spade still found it alluring, he found it interesting as he watched him open the door to the building and step inside. He dragged his hand down his face, letting out a deep sigh in the process He kind of felt frustrated with himself, things weren't going as smooth as he wanted it to. He had a lot of problems to curb. Why was it taking so long to find who shot Liam and why? He felt like he was getting sloppy and it was frustrating. There was still the problem of the mystery man at hand, even though they'd gone r

24. Hayden's POV. Sherlock was a freaking stupid guy who wanted to make everything revolve around him and didn't mind as long as he was enjoying all the benefits without even thinking about what was next. "I don't really think that there's anything that you need to be worried about. She doesn't look like one of those girls who is going to run after me simply because of what I possess. I think you should be happy about that instead of just trying to ruin her life by being so protective." He smiled.

Detective Inspector Smith mumbled as he walked out of the forensic lab, feet scratching the tiled floor as he went. It was a dark corridor; full of twisted low ceilinged rooms, as he passed he noticed a potent smell of bleach rush up his nostrils. Harper, who had rushed ahead, stopped and watched him approach. At the entrance of the forensic building stood a figure, Smith taking an instant dislike observed that the man was about six foot two, dark hair and eyes, pale features, and wore the most unusual clothing.