Sherlock X Moriarty Novels & Stories

For a moment, my mouth was dry. “Xavier showed you all that without explaining,” Morrison continued, “because someone changed the plans.” I looked up. “What does that mean?” I managed to ask. “He does not act without instructions. He knows more than he is telling.” Right. Because Xavier confirmed it himself. Just when Morrison was about to say something, a soft alert cut through the room. Morrison’s head turned instantly. His body followed, and the emotional layer was replaced by something colder. He moved to his desk and picked up the phone. The moment he looked at it, he stilled.

Xain said as he closed the door "So..............?" I asked "That was Mr Harrison Your driver for the night He said he was instructed to not to disclose anything about his boss to you or anyone else but I can at least say I tried" Xain sighed crashing beside me on the couch "I got to say this Mystery guy is pretty smart But I guess all this hide and seek ends tonight" I said feeling a bit sad that it will all be over tonight "Hey! Don't be down I have this feeling in my gut that he is going to do much better than we imagine

“It took me a while but I was able to find out who exactly this Matt Sullivan is,” Xavier’s detective told him a few days later over the phone. “In fact, this was very hard to find. It was almost as if someone was purposely leading me the wrong way.” “Tell me everything,” Xavier said breathlessly. He was doing a morning run, an exercise he hadn’t done in months. Now more than ever, he needed a reason to get out of the penthouse he shared with Charlotte.

"What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you." Sherlock smirked. "Took you long enough to ask. There's one more thing that needs to be done." I arched a brow. "Which is?" His smile broadened. "Michael Donovan." Jeremy and I exchanged glances, confusion etched on our faces. Michael Donovan???

Sherlock: I don’t know much about you either. Furrowing her brow, Khali expressed her concern. ‘He has no idea who I am. But how did he figure out what I needed to know?’ Khali thought. Khali: Can I name you Sherlock on my phone? Sherlock: Why Holmes? Khali: Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character. Sherlock: You named me after your favorite. Khali: Yeah, you do seem mysterious to me. The same goes for me. Can you tell me my name on your phone?

Lily nodded in agreement, her previous defiance fading away. Xander and I exchanged glances, and a mix of relief and resolve washed over us. We finally confirmed that Chris Harris was the man they had been associated with. This crucial information would aid us in our pursuit of justice and bring an end to his reign of terror. Curiosity brimming, Xander asked with a steady voice, “What else can you tell us about him?”

Sherlock readjusted his face cap before speaking again. "Xavier has mad connections in the mafia, and he's planning on doing something that might wreak havoc," he said, and Vincent narrowed his eyes at him. Xavier was bad news, but he never in his life thought that it would be to this extent. No wonder his father doesn't want to cut ties with him. It seems like they were indeed friends for a reason. "So what's my take in all of this?" Vincent asked, and Sherlock smiled weirdly. "You want the girl, don't you?" he asked.

His throat felt suddenly dry being overwhelmed by the situation and finished the water in the glass. Lawrence did not reply to Saul but he innately sympathized with him. “During her teenage years Mariya fell in love with Sherlock Hanes. Initially we did not know the sort of a monster he was. Everything went well until they were engaged and we found the grave truth about him. Outwardly he was a renowned businessman. But under its cover he did all sorts of illegal trade. Better late than never, her parents were about to cancel the wedding. But Mariya was adamant to marry Sherlock. He was a cunning wolf. Sherlock pulled out all those romantic hero dialogues to her and Mariya ultimately fell for