Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

As I started grabbing all the books I needed for the first four periods, I freeze, my brain registering Jackie's next words. "London Morse!" London Morse?! "Yes!" Jackie exclaims, bringing me to the realization that I thought out loud. I pivot on my heels and grab her shoulders excitedly, "Like the guitarist from Crash Course Rebellion, London Morse? London Morse that went to this very school London Morse?!" Jackie nods quickly and I feel my heart stop in my chest. London Morse is by far one of the most handsome men to ever grace this planet we call Earth but above all he is so talented and so cool.

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again. This time, it was his assistant, Ben. Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?” Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon? “I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.” Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening. “A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

“Try boneblossom instead of shadowroot.” Why did he know that? She didn’t even hear him approach until his voice was beside her—low, casual, like he hadn’t been watching her the entire time. “You going to stare at it until it evaporates?” Sierra looked up—and there he was. Malick. Leaning just close enough to be noticed, not enough to be obvious. His shirt was a little wrinkled from leaning over the cauldron, the cuffs faintly scorched. Shadows curled lazily beneath his sleeves, like smoke stretching toward warmth.

Willow asked. "Sherlock Holmes. One of my favorites," he replied with a smile. Willow felt her heart fall faster. That smile could stop her in her tracks. She couldn't remember a time before him. She felt as if she had always known him. Maybe this is why she had never pulled the trigger with Lyall. She had always been waiting for something. Maybe Garin was that something she was waiting for.

I told her, holding my body up with my forearm as my other hand gripped her chin tightly. “Padrino,” she murmured as she opened her large hazel eyes to gaze up at me. “My beautiful and perfect angel,” I stated before capturing her lips with mine. “Never again. I won’t let you down ever again.” I added when I wrenched my lips from hers and positioned myself at her entrance again. I was pushing my head inside her tight hole when… I grounded my teeth as the cold water touched every inch of my body. I reached for the gun I kept under my pillow and aimed it at the asšhole just as I opened my eyes.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

Knocking on his door, I pushed it open when he said ‘come in’ and I took in the sight in front of me. Griffin was holding a small wooded golf club while Devin and Sharon were standing on the side of a green matting with a little hole at the end. There were also coloring books and children's books scattered on the receiving area of his office as well as above his desk. “Mama!” Griffin was first to notice me, even when I knocked, Devin’s attention was solely focused on Sharon. Who wouldn’t? She was wearing a red bandage dress that clung to her body like a glove. They’re the same age yet Sharon looks a lot younger, she could be mistaken as twenty-five though she’s already thirty-three.

" Grace had a lot of problems and, most importantly, she could not bear any child, which was her weak point. Sherman wanted to ask her about the woman and the baby, but she didn't want to upset her any further, so she kept quiet. The next day, after lunch, Sherman got dressed up. She walked out the door and was about to head for the airport. She was so excited. Her heart was beating with joy. Downstairs, she met a couple. They looked spirited, elegant, with a subtle sense of nobility. Sherman froze. Looking at the couple's faces, she felt as if she had seen them before. Upon further reflection, she realized that they looked a bit like Kingsley. Just then, the couple glanced at her as well. T