Sherlock X John Mga Nobela at Kwento

Drake nodded, "You are tense, clenching your purse strap continuously. So yes, you are obvious" "Well done, Sherlock," she retorted sarcastically, earning a mocking glare from him. Soon she was approaching Xavier, looking deviously handsome in a maroon dress shirt and black dress pants, standing beside his black Mercedes. "Alpha," Drake gave a curt bow. Xavier gave a nod of acknowledgement before his eyes darted back to Erica. She lowered her gaze, but she could feel the heat of his gaze.

When John saw that Xavier was sitting next to me, he frowned. "Mr. Martin, please don't say no to me; I like that horse." I got up from my place and sat next to John. "Umm, let me think about how I can help you." He tried to touch my thigh. His hungry gaze irritates me greatly, but I have no choice but to flirt with John to learn more about Jordan Lucas. I didn't anticipate Xavier coming to the red light area to meet Jordan Lucas. I felt quite uneasy when I arrived at this location. However, meeting with Jordan Lucas is crucial for me to advance in this murder case, so I am resolute in my efforts to locate him.

Sherlock on the other hand tried doing the same thing, trying to free himself from the shackles. "That won't work, I recommend you just sit down and wait patiently for your punishment." Victor's cold voice interrupted their foolishness and that was when they noticed their surroundings. They saw Jordan and their jaws dropped. "What the fûck are you doing here?!" Sherlock shouted in shock while Xavier looked dumbfounded. "Are you scared to see your accomplice, pest?" Victor mocked and Sherlock's head snapped to his direction. "Who the fûck are you calling a pest?! Untie me right now and we will see if you can still talk." He said arrogantly and Victor scoffed.

As we watched on, we noticed the transition of dominance flow from the clingy Night Walker bitch to Xeon which was pretty quick. Much to Dre’s fury, Xeon was the one who was constantly angling his head left and right, while caging his bitch between his arms and the pool wall behind her. One could say, even their legs and certain um-mm parts in their swim wear seemed to be intertwined with each other, beneath the water. Just don’t ask fucking ask how I know. Why the hell would they rub against each other otherwise ? #SherlockHolmes Just kidding. T’was supernatural vision.

“No,” “Then it's not him.” Xavier kept scrolling down with no interest. “What about this one?” He asked after a few minutes, “seems to have studied at JKUAT as well.” Stephen's interest perked as he leaned closer to the screen. A second, two, three… “That's him!” He blurted, tapping on the screen erratically. “It's really him!” He confirmed once Xavier opened a different picture of the guy. “I must admit you have a type,” Xavier said, looking at the picture of a man who had similar features to his. He didn't know how to feel about it. If he didn't know better, he would have assumed that Stephen was looking for another Fisher in him.

Hugh heard X laugh. X laughed on the other side of the phone, "Do you mean an electric spark? Were you electrocuted?" X said mockingly, he stopped laughing when he noticed Hugh's silence. X scrunched his brows and said, "If it's the spark associated with having a mate, it's impossible." X's voice was firm.

Only a valuable person deserves people around him. Andrea cackled, not feeling any ounce of guilt. “I bet you get the message.” “You really should have your head checked. You are losing it.” Asher grumbled, caressing the computer like it belonged to a part of his body. She tilted her head to the side when her eyes caught the image on the screen. She stood up to check it correctly, and a loud gasp escaped her lips. “Xander is the owner of X&J?!” Asher raised his brow. “You know him?”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Khali: Hi Sherlock: Hi, how are you? Khali sat by her bedroom window. As the phone rang, her gaze appeared to be fixed on the world beyond the window, though it was difficult to discern for sure. Sherlock was Khali’s first friend, whom she encountered via text message. Khali has given him the name “Sherlock” as a nod to her admiration for the legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes. Khali: I am OK. What about you? Within a few seconds, Sherlock replied.