Sherlock Holmes Novels & Stories

A vision of his dark head in front of her chest and his mouth softly bit her nipple made her shudder. William tilted his head. "Let me guess, it must be one of the detective stories." He walked over to the bed then finished his drink before putting the empty glass on the bar counter. Katherine hid her surprise well. Just like other things, she had expected him to forget about her love for mystery. But here he was, once again proving that she had been wrong. "Sherlock Holmes," she provided. "Ah, classic." He began to walk slowly towards the bed. "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was an amazing writer," Kate replied.

Why did this sound a little funny to his ears? Hugo snorted as he read the next and next pages, but there was no other explanation except that their strength would be stronger and so on; an overly generic and unsatisfactory explanation for Hugo. He closed the book and slammed it again on the floor. “Reksa, you call yourself the ‘boss devil’, but you don't even know about this kind of information, do you?” Hugo grumbled angrily. A shadow in the form of dark smoke billowed in front of Hugo, slowly transforming into a short old man wearing a wooden staff. His head was half bald, with gray hair and beard. He did not look like a devil even once in that form.

"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.

I heave another sigh as I click on another website. "Phantom. Bambam," I giggle, but continue, "Coffee. Kujo. Vincent. Ooh, Knight. No?" I get no response. "Oh, look at this list, there has to be something somewhere in here. Albus. Amadeus. Galileo. Mushu!" I burst out laughing at one of my favourite characters. The wolf huffs, so I continue. "Sherlock. Wonton. Picasso. Bilbo. Gandalf. Merlin. Gatsby. Poe. Watson. Alfredo. Cat. Einstein. Toothless!" I continue with my frantic state as I see another favourite character. The wolf just huffs again and I roll my eyes.