Holmes Stories

Hi everyone! This is the official English version of my fanfic, translated directly from the original Indonesian story. ⚠️ DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT, GUYS! ALSO, MAKE SURE TO FOLLOW MY ACCOUNT! ⚠️ This is the love story of Y/N Hill and Sherlock Holmes-the greatest detective in England. They were childhood friends long before they became partners in crime. . . . "What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?" - Sherlock Holmes "Oh, Sherlock... my darling, my handsome, my love." - Y/N Hill (???) Start: October 1, 2023 (Indonesia) End: -

One day your predictable boring dull life collides with your usual Netflix binging. In this brand-new world, you find yourself with two pink ears, one shaggy black coat, four legs, a long tail, and a complex problem that makes the crimes sherlock solves to get high look like a cake walk. The game is on, but with all knowledge of future events that could change the present will you make the right decisions? Or are you only the missing puzzle peace to morality's plan to burn the heart out of everyone? That, my dear deader is entirely up to you.

"Söz veriyorum, bir daha denize ayak basmayacağım. Sana söz veriyorum, Sherlock."

Nobody thought there would be someone to match Sherlock's personality. Well, that was before John and him met Kate Rachel, another... private detective. But Moriarty's back... and now, he wants both detectives.

"That is not danger," said he. "It is inevitable destruction. You stand in the way not merely of an individual, but of a mighty organisation, the full extent of which you, with all your cleverness, have been unable to realise. You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes, or be trodden underfoot." ~James Moriarty, The Final Problem.

Olivia Teller is a girl just looking for the right man. When she finally thinks she has him, Dr. John Watson; she thought wrong. When she has to work with his crazy, master minded parnter: Sherlock Holmes, she learns that not everything can be picture perfect. Especially when she learns a secret that he is keeping from Watson. I do not own any of the Sherlock characters that rightfully belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ ❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊!¡ ❞ 𝙊𝙍 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒛𝒂𝒉𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝒆𝒙 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌 . ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

Sherlock is an aspiring artist with literally nothing except some dried old paints to his name, living in the same ratty old apartment building with his best friend, Molly Hooper. Eventually, the unoccupied apartment across the hall gets a new resident, a cheerful and slightly annoying John Watson. Johnlock Fluff

Imagine if you were whisked away from your world and magically landed inside your favourite TV series. What would you do? How would you react? Well now you get to follow the story of one Ava Lawrence who had to go through that very experience herself. What will she do? How will she react?

English version of the fanfic She had vanished ten years ago. Enola Holmes had just discovered the first clue. And this time, she hadn't told anyone she was leaving. Not even him. Avonlea Institute held more than history within its walls: it kept secrets. A name crossed out in the records. A forgotten letter. A date that repeated itself like a warning: 17.10.1876. Enola arrived alone, following a whisper buried in ancient ink. She wasn't sure what she felt about Tewkesbury. She wasn't sure about anything... except that she couldn't ignore what she found underground: a locket marked with the letter H, a sealed door, and a legacy no one wanted to speak of. With the help of Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and other brave souls, she would have to unearth a mystery someone had tried to bury forever. But some secrets don't fade with time.

One act of kindness can quickly become many, and then something more entirely. :: In which there are not only two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, but also a girl with a gun to keep them whole. A junkie who solves crime to get high, the doctor who never came home from the war, and a killer washing blood off her hands. Like they've always been there, and always will be. Cross-posted on ao3 (There's more chapters there!)

(Cover art not mine is found it on pintrest and loved it so credit to original artist) this is just like all those other Sherlocks daughter books. but hopefully less cliche. Maria Holmes. Sherlocks sixteen year old daughter who lives with her mother. except for leap years. on leap years she stays with Sherlock. this was the deal that Sherlock and Maria's mother had made as when she had been born Sherlock was in no condition to look after their daughter. he was on drugs and under a lot of pressure. so they sat down together and decided that it would be best for there daughter to live with her mother who was so much more capable of looking after her for three years then every leap year she would go to Sherlocks. while there maria would be taught everything she would ever need to know to make her as art as her father she would not need to go to school which means she would never be and never have a chance to be bullied. mycroft supported this solution by gifting maria and her mother a nice country cottage with the best security in all of Britain. it was as safe as if not safer then the Buckingham palace. only what would happen if one day while relaxing just not to long after Christmas. still at least four days till she was due to leave for Sherlocks home in baker street a mysterious car pulls up the drive one that maria has never seen before. she would have to go to her father's earlier then planned. but what about her mother would she be in danger. how did this care get thought the security so easily. all these questions will be answered while she helps Sherlock and john on their current case. she will teach her father that sentiment is not a weakness but a strength, sometimes it is a strength with draw backs but a strength none the less and Sherlock will teach her that even the best and most strongest of people have weaknesses which can an will always be used against them.

John arrives home with a cat one rainy day and Sherlock refuses to have it. However over time Sherlock get's quite fond of it...

❝Don't turn people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist, and if they did... I wouldn't be one of them.❞ × = × = × = × When all is lost and there is no light in the darkness, only Lillian could do was ask for help from her childhood heroes. Her case became more complicated than they thought. Questions, questions, questions with no answers. With their help, can they find out who's behind these schemes that led a new life to Lillian? xxxxx Disclaimer! BBC Sherlock and John Watson's blog belongs to BBC Studios. Lillian and other minor characters, the majority of the book's plot are my own creation. Names, settings, and events are all fictional so similarity to real life are pure coincidence. ❗❗ ❗❗ ❗❗ THIS BOOK IS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN WATTPAD BY ITSPURELYINEFFABLE AND ANOTHER VERSION IN ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN. IF YOU SEE THIS BOOK IN OTHER PLATFORMS, PLEASE REPORT.

Ava Flourish was the sun, Enola Holmes was the moon. They basked in their differences, Ava shone brightly, blinding those that gazed too long; Enola glowed through the darkness, few understood her beauty as she hid in the night. Through their differences they were united, tied together, as if they were two sides of the same coin. They were written in the stars. Yet by the time you've looked at the stars they've already died. Would the future be the end for Ava and Enola? Or would their supernova be the beginning of their eternity?

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." *** "You need her, you need both of us." She reminded him. Lestrade met her gaze again, licking his lips, "she doesn't like me very much, does she?" "The last case you let her work on she gave a description of the murder weapon and the murderer, but you didn't give her much credence." Clara reminded her. "Because she did it based on the victim's autopsy X-rays." He argued and Clara simply laughed. "But, she was right in both counts." Lestrade gave in with a sigh, not being able to argue with that. "She's good." Clara let out a scoff of disbelief, "she's amazing." *** Tyler Rose Jackson's got an IQ that would put Einstien to shame and has a knack for picking up things no normal human being ever would. She's got a rough past that she will do anything to keep from catching up to her, and her new life. Dr. Clara Hudson works for Scottland yard as a Forensic Palathropologit. Her and Tyler have been best friends for nearly two years now. Clara is fascinated with Tyler, the way she acts, thinks. She was the most clever person she'd ever met. That is until a case leads these two girls to meet Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.

Takes place in Harry Potter; Hogwarts. ❝It smells like Marshmallows. Also, a certain perfume that is sweet. Flowers, and also vanilla. A strong Vanilla. It Smells Like Beauty. Interesting.... ❞ /❀/ ❝That afternoon I couldn't get my mind off of her. How I messed up.❞ /❀/ ❝Oh Louis, a very charming, handsome young man.❞ /❀/ ❝ No I do not. I liked him in the Third year, maybe fourth, and fifth. But Not anymore! He does not even like me... Right?.❞ ❀Reader x Louis Partridge ❀MULTIPLE POV (fem!reader) ❀ She is special, with baggage and a lot of love. ❀ He is charming, with more baggage, and with more love. ❀ They were meant to blossom into each other's worlds. ❀ Friendly for young audiences. ❀ No foul language (Does include the content of Frick, Bloody hell, damn, shoot) (©ItzPatirdge COPYRIGHTED!! Please do not republish my work on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user another user that is not me. Thank you!!)

After Rain Watson is acquitted of a murder charge, She moves in with her Uncle John and shortly after meets Jim Moriarty, who she is completely captivated by and begins to play a dangerous game with him, soon finding herself out of her depth, as her life begins to spiral out of control and bad things begin to happen. "You won't leave me. You can't resist The Devil's Charm"

Alba Holmes grew up in the shadow of her older brothers, so now her life will turn as she treads in their footsteps.