Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle Novels & Stories

Sherlock Holmes** is a fictional character created by Scottish Author and Physician, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a graduate of the University of Edinburgh Medical School. He is a London-based “consulting detective” whose abilities border on the fantastic. Holmes is known for his astute logical reasoning, his ability to adapt almost any disguise, and his use of forensic science to solve difficult cases.

Archie said, “This is my girlfriend, Camille Davidson. Camille is Mr. Rocky Arthur. He is the owner of Arthur Production Company and also the father of Conan.” In the United States, Conan Arthur was one of the most influential figures. He was known for his impeccable acting skills and experience. He had won three Oscars throughout his acting career. He was one of the youngest and most successful actors in Hollywood. At one point, I had an attraction for him, as he had enticing green eyes and dirty blonde hair. “Where is your son?” Archie glanced around the hallway, looking for his son. “He doesn’t have time for banquets.” The old man said with a laugh. “He might be busy with some other work.

"So as his cute assistant behind him...but why does he keep flinching whenever he meets my gaze...am I that sexy?" Sofiya leaned back in the chair as she winked at Leonard's assistant. "Eww!, Sofiya!!" "What...he looks cute!" "Hey you two are disrupting Mr. Leonard's speech" Mr Martins warned I and Sofiya. I suddenly felt Leonard's gaze on me again...why me!!! "Miss, what's your name?" Leonard asked me with a slight grin Why was he suddenly acting like he didn't know my name... "My name is Amelia" "Ok Amelia...what was the last thing I said?"

Caspian said and I chuckled. "Actually, Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character based on Dr. Joseph Bell, a medical school professor of the author, Arthur Conan Doyle. But he is an icon that inspired many young people to choose the life of a detective." I explained, "I see. A shame though, I would really have loved to meet him." He said.

Furrowing his brows, Sirius unhooked his gun holster and pulled out a gun. Bang! Sirius opened fire. The shot tore a bloody hole in Conan’s arm. The searing pain crumpled him to the ground. Hiss! Caleb and the other employees gasped sharply at the turn of events. They took a couple of steps back and looked at Sirius in horror. No one thought Sirius, a friendly-looking man, would resort to firearms. Besides, Conan was the heir of the Butterworth Queens. Yet, Sirius shot him without hesitation. He kept a blank face throughout.

Conan After Two Years Arthur scurried behind me while flipping through the pages of a file. "Alpha Conan, I think that we should fix something in this file because I don't really think that this would be accepted or what do you think?We are meeting with some private investors and I feel like our work should be exceedingly perfect,"

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

What I also know: Adrian Arden is dead, and Eli grew up believing my father caused it, and Emilia Arden has been carrying that belief like a lit fuse for twenty-two years. What I cannot reconcile: my father is ruthless, and my father has done things I know about and things I probably don’t, but my father keeps a photograph of a man in his study with his first name written on the back in his own handwriting. And he doesn’t keep photographs of people he considers enemies. He keeps them in his memory so they can’t be found. I pick up the photograph from my nightstand where I have been keeping it since I took it from the study. I turn it over. Look at the two men laughing. Look at the handwritin

“Don’t act like you’re clueless. You’re the one who told your father where they would be and how to get them.” “I didn’t know about that. I didn’t know.” She says with a shaky voice. She’s scared but I don’t care. “Where is your father, Justin?” “I don’t know. I swear. Please, you have to believe me. I already told Arthur where he could find him, but they planned to lure him into their trap.” So who killed Adrian then? Arthur wouldn't let Justin’s father kill him. What is going on? “Keep her here and don’t let her out till I say so.”

“I want no visitors. Cancel whatever meetings in my schedule.” “It’s your cousin, Maxwell Murray.” Arthur turned on hearing his cousin was there to see him. He was about to ask why considering that they only saw when they have pack meetings and other pack affairs when Maxwell walked in. “Ah, I can see you were still thinking of whether to let me in or not…” he walked to one of the chairs, sat down and crossed his legs. Arthur’s face scrunched up. “What are you doing here? I’m certain we don’t have a meeting.”