John is distraught after Sherlock's fall, so much that he can't even face going back to Baker Street for the night. He goes to the only person who doesn't make him think of Sherlock. Jemima Felicity Jones, an old friend from the army whose life he saved when her legs were nearly blown off by a bomb. This is the story of what happens when she meets Sherlock Holmes.

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|| Book 1 of The Shadow's Melody || As a maid here at the new Opéra Populaire I can certainly sense something different. Something missing. It lacked him. The Opera Ghost who disappeared. I know I should let it go. I know I shouldn't constantly think about a dead man. A murderer. But I simply can't. I can't forget about that man I fell in love with those many years ago. I yearned to hear his angelic voice again. I begged for it. Hoped for it. Prayed for it. I called for him in my dreams. The man they called The Phantom of the Opera. I would never have guessed that my hopes and prayers would soon be answered.

|| Book 2 || Sequel to The Shadow's Melody || When I was a small child his voice captured my soul. He haunted my dreams and stuck close to me like my shadow. I loved him, that man they called the Opera Ghost. And he loved me, too. But would his love for me ever outdo his love for his first songbird, his angel of music? Can I replace the Phantom's Christine Daaé?

(A PHANFICTION, COMPLETED) Christine needed his music, to be lost in it. To be succumbed and seduced in its dark, tantalizing pull. She needed to see his blue eyes, his eyes that both threaten and adore, those eyes that reflect all the cruelty and heartache of the world. To feel the rush and the thrill his music brought her. To feel the rush and thrill he brought her. She needed-- She needed her angel.

[COMPLETE] Due to recently having my work stolen by another user, I now unfortunately have to include this disclaimer: These works are marked 'all rights reserved'. I do not give anyone permission to repost or redistribute these works on their own platform or anywhere else. If you wish to translate these works then please ask me first. Anyone who steals this story will be reported for copyright infringement. •• • Part 1 of the Glass series • Part of Wattpad's official fanfic reading list. • Cover art by Shezzaspeare A mystery brings Sherlock Holmes and Margaux Cave together in a way they never thought possible. When he dies, she is destroyed. But when he returns from the grave, Sherlock is confronted with something he never expected. "Do you know what I think?" she said. "Of course, I know what everyone thinks," Sherlock countered. "I think you've gone your entire life feeling nothing. I think feeling nothing has made you the brilliant mind that you are today. I think you felt nothing for so long that you assumed it was because you couldn't feel. But you can. You just don't want to. And I think you hate the fact that I make you feel something."

"Did your book get dragon pox or somethin'?" "It's words, for people like me," "Hufflepuffs?" ·········⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆········· Since going blind at 6 years old, Fiona Diggory has lived in the shadow of her twin brother, Cedric. Now entering her 6th year at Hogwarts Fiona finds herself thrown into a new friendship with Fred and George Weasley while trying to determine the meaning behind the strange dreams haunting her sleep.