Sherlock X John Novels & Stories

But one thing was clear…I was done with John. I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself. My hair was rough, my clothes was cheap, my perfume had expired scent. “What is this nonsense?” I hissed. I opened my phone and looked through I*******m. I saw Xander’s picture. He just posted one black and white photo of himself in a suit, standing beside his car. My whole body shivered. God, this man very fine. His jawline alone can slice bread. His body? Perfect. He look like those billionaires in TV series that don’t smile but can buy your future.

"The Hag was a-a-a-asleep. I heard her hu-u-u-umming that song a-a-again." "That tune must hold some special meaning for her," John said, taking the pot from Xavier. John dug his fingers into the soil, much to Xavier’s surprise. "Boss, wha-a-a-at are you doing?" John continued to dig until he pulled out a smooth, round stone. Xavier’s eyes widened. "What i-i-i-is that?" John’s expression grew serious. It confirmed what he had suspected all along: there was no "Heart's Desire" and no such thing as watering it with true love’s blood. The seeds were nothing but a stone.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. Wait isn't that... "Tom" I call out loud. is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already? "Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. Wait....since when did Jordan became gay. He–and Xavier. .. "Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

Considering the sudden throbbings, both John and Xander has no option than becoming early risers, earlier than the normal work hours. "Knock! Knock!" John decks on Xander's door. "Morning, Xander! Ready to go?" Xander opens the door full dressed. "Good morning, bro," He stretches a bit. "Yes, I'm all set. Let's get going." They both head towards the car parked outside. "Wow, it's so chilly out here early in the morning." John mutters because he's never been up this early atleast not any he can remember vividly. Picking Xander up has never been his duty, but the trauma he's going through needs him to be with someone.

"Find out the names and addresses of the places where Sherlock Hanes has his legal and illegal businesses. I need the a-z details within half an hour on my table. Else, you know what happens to you." "Sure sir, yes sir. I will not see you disappointed." John replied professionally. ***** Will Ace be able to bring back Scarlet from the deadly beast's territory scratch-free?

John frowned as he looked at the man before him. Quentin's expression was filled with derision. "Mr. Xenos, the way you're fixated on Elle is really impressive. I have to hand it to you. But don't you think it's time you see a urologist? I mean, you're not exactly young anymore." Quentin's words struck a nerve, draining the color from John's face. Quentin, on the other hand, had left his ward. "You shameless old man!" he cursed as he walked down the corridor.

A wave of emotion washed over him, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Just as Xander was reveling in the thought of becoming a father again, his phone started ringing. He checked the caller ID and saw it was an unknown number. "Hello?" he answered, his voice cautious. "Hello, Mr. Brown," a voice on the other end said, sounding tense and angry. "This is John, and my wife is the woman your wife hit earlier today." Xander felt a pit in his stomach. "Oh no," he said, his voice apologetic.

Chuckling, the two men started to chat. John showed up right after, and immediately came over to Dexter. He was holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and smiling widely. "My man!" he said loudly. Dexter hadn't really been too close with John, but he did feel a sort of kinship with him with all that they had been through, so to speak. Dexter started to shake his hand, but John enthusiastically dodged inside and gave him a hug, then playfully kissed him on the cheek, yelling, "Come here you good-lookin', big swingin' dick sonuvabitch!"

he replied as they took their seats. "This is my friend Xavier , Xavier this John" Miguel introduced and Xavier stretched out his hands to him in an handshake. "Who wouldn't know the famous Xavier Dunlop" John replied and his lips stretched into a thin smile. "I'm sorry about your wife though!" John added. "You heard too?!" Miguel gasped. "Everybody did , it's trending " he replied. "Ariel is not dead, she's very much alive" Xavier said. "Then you should address that as soon as possible , it's wild out there on Twitter street " John replied.