Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

Penny took out her phone and snapped a photo of Selina, who had wet herself from fear. Selina came to her senses and broke down as she crouched on the floor. The others had not expected Penny's display of force. Selina’s life would have been ruined if the bottle actually pierced her eye. The socialites could not even catch their breaths. Sherry, still trembling, tried to speak, "I... I’m Sherry Pattinson, the heiress of Sol Real Estate. If you harm me, my father will make sure you pay for it! You devil..."

Because not only did the second daughter of the Holmes family have a beautiful face, but also sex services that could make Philip satisfied and always make him happy, because all this time it was Sera' who had been able to arouse his passionate passion. Different from when he was in a relationship with Alice, his former fiancé before Sera. Three years of being in a fake relationship really tormented him. Not only ugly in appearance, while together with Alice, the girl was very hard to touch. Alice refuses to make love before marriage. Hey, come on! In this modern era, there are still women who are shallow and old-fashioned like Alice Laurine Holmes. If it wasn't for Alice's father, Phil woul

Harker smiled wryly before she said, “Sheldon Schulz is nothing more than Lord Schulz’s puppet that is constantly at his disposal. Even if I were to find him, we would not be able to solve the problem at all. Besides, Lord Schulz’s methods are very vicious and cruel. Helen was the second lady of the Dunn family, but Lord Schulz did not let her off either. So, if I were to look for the Schulz family to ask them to give me an explanation for this matter, I’m afraid that the entire Harker family would be implicated.” Holden was helpless, and he said emotionally, “The shamelessness of the Schulz family is indeed far beyond my grasp. Now that Cadfan Schulz’s reputation has been completely ruined,

Now, it was going to end badly. _________________________ Meet Seraphina Ashford. A coldhearted, deadly killer of supernatural species. On the surface, she is a ruthless, emotionless assassin who hunts werewolves and vampires at night, eliminating them without hesitation. But beneath that hardened exterior lies a kindhearted girl, one who has suffered far too much. No one knows her true self. No one sees past the persona she wears like armour. She used to be a wolf. But now, she is a human. A fragile being, stripped of her once-powerful nature. By day, she hides in plain sight, living a normal life as a high school teacher, blending into the human world as if she belongs. But by night, she b

Kael Voss. He stood by the windows, six foot five of pure muscle and barely leashed violence. Black shirt stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms and old scars. His dark hair was longer now, falling across a sharper jaw. Golden eyes,those same eyes that had looked at her with lust and then disgust,locked onto her like a predator sighting prey. The mate bond detonated.

He scowled as he looked at me. "Yeah, Mason shouldn't be underestimated. You have managed to lure me and move your sister away, but how long, boy? Sooner or later, I will get my hands on her and have you asked yourself? What will happen when those boys eventually find out that Dahlia, the only person who can send them to jail, is still alive?" He scowled as he looked at me. He got up from the chair as he looked at me. "And yeah, I am Jayson Holmes. Holmes!!" He repeated and I could feel the emphasis he placed on his surname.

Something inside the door clicked—not like the mechanical turn of a lock, but like a held breath finally released. The hinges groaned, and the sanctum yawned open. Inside, the air was cooler, tasting faintly of old vellum and cedar oil. Tall shelves circled the chamber, heavy with scrolls bound in velvet cords. In the center stood a pedestal of obsidian, upon which rested a crescent blade sheathed in lacquered black wood. Behind it, in a glass case that seemed untouched by dust, hung a small silver locket. Its surface was plain—too plain to warrant a place of such honor—but as Eolan drew near, he saw it throb faintly, like a heartbeat.

"Wish they didn't create you." "Esmeralda! Great to see you," I say, cutting Landon and Malik's voices off as I stood. She wanders in, a brightly coloured shawl covering half her face. Curiously, both Alphas and Simone watch her glide over, and into the seat I pulled out for her. Slowly, she unwraps the fabric around her head. "I can sense the tension in the room. I hope we can solve the case of missing Lexia." It doesn't surprise me that she knows without having to be told. She probably took one glance at my eyes and saw the pain deep set in there.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

“But they’re too quiet. I don’t like it.” The word hung in the air. Ryker’s voice, dry and dangerous, broke the hush: “You’re not meant to.” He crossed his arms, shifting weight. “The Hollow don’t do clean strikes. This was a taste. The next one will tear.” Trixie stepped forward, placing both hands on the cold stone. The scroll from the Ridge was rolled open again across the table, held down at one corner by what looked like a claw—blackened, unnatural: a trophy, a threat. She tapped it with a fingertip. “Trisha held. Barely.” Her tone was flat. “The Hollow left one alive to run.”