Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

She smirked. She picked her phone and called a line. “I need top international assassins. I mean the strongest killer in the universe. I am willing to pay any amount. I want you to eliminate Benjamin Miller. The world young billionaire in America. I need it to be done as soon as possible.” She instructed and hanged up. “Ha! Benjamin, just wait for your death. I will burry you myself. Your family do not care about you so it will be easy to do so. Before they would find out you have return it would be too late.” Vivian said with an evil grin.

but the chief raised his hands to stop her. “Enough of this drama Agent Shirley.” He said. “Whatever problem you two have, I advise that you solve it before I take you both off the case! Now Agent Shirley, tell me what you’ve learned about this homicide so far, and why there’s “angel of death” written on the wall, in red.” ---------------------------------------------------- Shirley came out of the apartment building and spotted Azriel right away; she hurried to her and tried to apologize for keeping her waiting for too long. She tried. She called her out countless times, but it seemed Azriel had been kept prisoner in her own mind for some reason. Her thoughts were so far away and lost and

Emily Warner My eyes widened and his hands instinctively covered my mouth as he realized I was about to scream. I tried to fight him off but I think those were like baby punches for him. He just looked at me deep in my eyes as he put a finger on his mouth, almost requesting me not to shout. I looked at him and his eyes were pitch black, he had an unsettlingly symmetrical face as he stood taller to me and possibly taller to my door frame. I took in his clothing and they looked like military tracks and shoes with a forest green t-shirt. They weren’t excessively tight but I could still see his muscles prominently.

Lennix could almost pass for a Berserker with his broad muscular build, pale blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. “Thank you.” I smiled at him and headed down the hallway towards his office, General Abtez following behind. I knocked at the door and waited. “Come in.” I heard Alpha Rawlins say. I opened the door and walked over to his desk. Stopping to stand in front of it. “Morning Alpha Rawlins.” “Morning, what brings you here so early?” he asked, smiling at me.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Broad shoulders, long legs, a figure as upright as a pine—he moved with a natural authority, every gesture carrying the weight of presence. He was like an unsheathed sword: dangerous, yet noble in his restraint. Sharon's eyes flickered slightly. It was Lex, the guy Uriah had introduced to her as a blind date, also the future heir of the Malcolm family. He certainly looked the part—imposing, composed, with a powerful aura that commanded attention. Sharon gave him a polite nod, but made no move to speak.

"Godmom! You look more beautiful than the moonlight tonight!" Isaiah gave the kid a playful swat on the butt. "Alright, kid, fess up. Did your dad write those lines for you?" Sayer looked back at the stoic Elias and shouted, "Dad! Isn't she the hottest one here tonight or what?" Elias didn't flinch, but the predatory sharpness in his eyes softened into something rare when he looked at Trista. "Dr. Holmes's charm is legendary among the L.A. packs. Sayer is just stating facts."

"The entire continent knows she was discarded by Raymond. With a reputation like that, how dare you claim her?" Logan's face darkened completely. "Chloe is perfect," he said. Theodore let out a cold snuff. "Logan, do not act foolishly." "The Luna of the Northern Pack must possess noble birth and pure bloodline, not be a she-wolf left over by someone else," Theodore continued. "If you truly mark her, the entire Northern Pack will become a laughingstock..." The moment those words left his mouth, a thunderous crash erupted. Logan smashed his fist onto the council table.

I couldn’t have the strength to make any more move. “Alex Holmes! When will you ever become a man and stop throwing disgrace and shame to my name? have you gone out of your mind stupid?!” Mr. Holmes seemed very pissed. He is the kind of man that doesn’t really care about what happens but cares for his family name reputation. He looks like a strict father who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Such irony that one of his sons is a piece of shit.

“Zoelle, Bree, there will be no need for that. Let me introduce you to Damian Herreford, my hiraeth.” “You’re joking!!” Another squeal broke through the room as both women lunged forward to hug the life out of their friend, completely disregarding the lack of proper clothing on her figure. “Oh wow…Congratulations Shaylin, it was about bloody time,” Bree congratulated her before her eyes went wide. “Wait! He’s a wolf!” Bree whisper-shouted as she looked over at Damian with a mix of fear and respect. “Wolf, sorcerer, unicorn - it doesn’t matter to me! You hurt my friend, I take your balls.” Zoelle threatened with her eyes lit up ominously, showing she meant every word.