Romans & histoires Sherlock X Moriarty

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

Muriel would never do that. She's not your barbie, she's living in her own world. She'll tell you truth no matter how heavy of bitter it is I don't know if its good or bad but the guy actually shows up at the right time, exactly when he's needed. Plunging into investigation immediately for the reason behind the attack, we find out that Xander was the one behind the attack at the pack school, but we made the mistake of immediately going to spy on Xander, but wait.......how I'm the world did he know of our presence at his pack?

She ended up staring so hard at him that Zivon, who was now in a foul mood because of Fiona, couldn’t help but notice her gaze… “…Is that an awe-struck stare? Or are your eyes widened in terror?” Snapping out of it, Xavia was quick to reply, “O-of course I’m in awe! After all, you were able to pinpoint both Whitney and Fiona’s misdoings with so few clues available! If I didn’t know you any better, I’d think that you were Sherlock Holmes!” Raising a slight brow, the amused man then said, “…There’s a lot more to me that you can learn about again in the future…”

he asked. “You should go,” she said. He bent closer and murmured, “Is it Xavier?” Her eyes widened. “How do you know his name?” He couldn’t keep the pride off his face. “I know a lot of things. I’m fucking Sherlock Holmes this week.” “No, you’re not. And if it involves Xavier, you don’t know anything.” She moved his hand away and gestured to the guards. “Back up, please. This will only take a minute and then I’ll go.”

"I can and I am. This is beyond motorcycle clubs now. Beyond personal revenge. X has technology that threatens global stability. Resources that make nations nervous. And a plan that, if successful, will reshape organized crime permanently. You are in over your head, Ms. Morrison. Way over." "Then help us!" "I am helping. By removing variables X can exploit. By giving you space to figure out your own solution. By not arresting you all for the six hundred deaths X orchestrated using your names." Chen reached the door. "You want to stop X? Stop thinking like criminals. Start thinking like him. Systematic. Long-term. Ruthlessly pragmatic. Become the thing you are fighting. That is the only way t

A white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, revealed the sharp clavicle of his neck, sleeves rolled to expose pale, snow-like skin. From afar, he exuded an air of noble aloofness, the lit cigarette adding a touch of earthly life to his otherwise painting-like appearance. Cline, with fingers with distinct knuckles, idly flicked the cigarette's ember. The flickering fire burned his skin, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. Russell's cold voice echoed in his ears. "Mr. Moriarty, records show Dorothy isn't Miss Hammond. She's been in the UK all along." "The UK reports suggest Miss Hammond might be her lost sister."

My hands were shaking, but I managed to dial a number I had memorized years ago. "Detective Morrison," a voice answered. "James? This is Sebastian Lockhart." There was a pause. "Sebastian? I heard you were in the hospital. Are you okay?" Detective Morrison had been in charge of investigating Ellana's death. He was one of the few honest cops I knew. "I'm fine," I said. "James, I need to ask you about Lilith Morrell. The girl who was arrested for Jessica Williams' murder." "What about her?"

Even his heart seemed to stop pumping blood as soon as he heard the question. Fucking snitch! He exclaimed in his head. “Is this the part where you turn philosophical and ask me who a man is?” Xavier cocked one of his brows. Ross placed this palms on the table and leaned towards Xavier until their faces were only inches away. “Lorenzo told us everything, Xavier, and we know you hired a hitman. Who is he and how can we find him?” Xavier let a few seconds pass before answering. “You should ask your informer if he takes some of that drugs he claims he sells, because I'm not sure he's mentally stable.”

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?