Novel & Cerita What Does Sherlock Holmes Look Like

He looks like a model for a walk-in magazine. Tristan focused on the road but for sure, he is also observing the environment. He has great vision and fast reflexes, just what a marksman needs. His face looks grim as usual, his eyebrows are a bit thick and just straight, he has deep and emerald eyes with a pointed nose. He’s just wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, his right hand holding the tip of his jacket hanged on his right shoulder. What is up with these guys? They both look like models, while here I am looking like a gangster. A sassy gangster, at least.

He was looking more handsome at nearer distance. Well sculptured face. A sharp jawline. A light stubble was on his face. Thin lined lips and a pointed nose. His eyebrows were well arched, and the eyes were of gray color. Hair were completely messed up. On the top of cheery, he had a well-built physique and height. I was looking like a kid in the front of his towering height. His eyes darted from one corner of my face to another. His eyes were literally scanning my face. Oh god !

The stone was icy against my skin, but I paid little attention to it, too preoccupied with the stranger approaching. A middle-aged man then appeared, emerging from the shadows. His hair, tied back, was slightly graying. A scruffy beard framed his face, adding to his wild and unkempt appearance. His eyes, piercing blue, scrutinized me with an intensity that made me shiver. They seemed to probe my soul, seeking to detect my deepest thoughts.

He carries himself with an upright posture, exuding self-assurance and charisma. His facial features are striking, characterized by a chiseled jawline and a well-defined, symmetrical face. His eyes, whether they are piercing green, hold an intensity that draws others in. They reflect intelligence, determination, and an underlying warmth that hints at his compassionate nature. A well-groomed head of hair, styled with precision, adds to his overall polished appearance. It may be neatly combed and styled or effortlessly tousled, depending on the level of formality. His hair color is hue of brown that complements his complexion and enhances his overall attractiveness.

She pictured him as Satan himself,like what she had seen in church. His ocean blue eyes and we'll chiseled face matched his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His choice of clothing was as perfect as he is and matched his jet black hair. He did not have big red horns ,not did he have a beard. His face was clean shaven and his face was smooth and clear. He looked like he was a model in a magazine, a photoshopped picture but in reality. He looked at Willow and then at the police officers. Pulling out his phone he made a call.

I say the last part pointedly and regard her with amusement. She sighs deeply and replies, “No shit, Sherlock” I wince when the kid starts crying again and I exasperatedly look behind me to see why the fuck wasn’t his mother doing something. As soon as I turn I freeze when my eyes finally take the child’s appearance. It would be a fat lie if I said that the kid was just cute. He was adorable With large blue doll-like eyes that were now red-rimmed from the excessive tears, flustered skin, and black hair, he reminded me of him.

But nothing was helping. Shehryar halted, a frown of disappointment settled between his brows before he sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "I mean no harm." He muttered gently. His manly voice had deepened with huskiness. If there was anything changed between these years, it was his features which had turned more masculine and deadly. Other than that, he looked sober, carrying aura of man who would entertain no nonsense. Dressed in black shalwar qameez, he had a skin chaddar, gracefully set on his shoulders. At that moment, he looked like a feudal lord to her.

for solving the world's credit card fraud problems. Nothing about him say "geek" at all actually. With thick dark hair, kept on the long, shaggy side a square jaw and jade green eyes, he looks rugged. He also holds an air of danger, his power barely contained by his expensive suit. He looks back at me, his face an inscrutable mask.

She knew the family's seamstress was going to give her an earful for this, but to be honest, there were more pressing matters at hand. When she looked up, there he was. It was his hair that brought her attention to him; there must have been the faintest of light somewhere, yet it reflected on his silver white hair. Faint red eyes stared at her bored before drawing up his hood to cover his face. If this was Death, he was quite pretty; sharp cheekbones, elegant long nose, and lips that looked like they were kissed by roses.

His eyes were a shade of dark blue that seemed to hold an otherworldly quality, a piercing gaze that hinted at depths of knowledge and experiences beyond my understanding. His jet-black hair was meticulously styled, each strand falling into place with calculated precision. The sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones accentuated a rugged handsomeness, a face that exuded an air of mystery and danger. A well-groomed beard framed his mouth, adding to the enigmatic allure that surrounded him.