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Sherlock Holmes spent the first 11 years of his life as an unusually observant and curious child in London, often shocking adults with his sharp deductions. On his eleventh birthday at 1991, he received a curious letter sealed with a strange crest-- an invitation to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What will happen when the brightest boy of the Muggle world steps into the land of spells, secrets, and magic? Can pure logic navigate a world built on magic? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> You can read more advanced chapters on : patreon.com/MikeyMuse Thanks for reading and the support.

Jasper Jean Mariano’s life changes overnight when her family’s dangerous debts push her into an arranged marriage with Mark Keifer Watson—the cold, feared heir of a powerful mafia empire. Soft-hearted and innocent, Jay-jay is forced into a world of secrets, power, and danger beside a man known for having no emotions. But behind Keifer’s cold exterior lies a quiet obsession with protecting the girl who unexpectedly became his greatest weakness.

In the summer of 1991, Sherlock Holmes received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. —In a situation when magic and science collide, an interesting tale is born. *book cover not owned *all credit goes to the original author 300 Powerstones - 1 extra chap 500 Powerstones - another extra chap

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A high-stakes management consultant from Boston trades spreadsheets for a Glock 19 after waking up in 2008 London as James Moriarty. Trapped in the BBC Sherlock universe years before the detective's debut, he must refine his Spider's Web ability to transform a sloppy criminal crew into a global empire. While balancing a dangerous romance with Molly Hooper, he applies corporate efficiency to the underworld, discovering that his new body possesses lethal muscle memory perfectly suited for the upcoming Great Game

This is a private fanfic made solely for the writer. This Fanfic is my personal project. I'm writing it because I'm invested In it, not because I'm trying to please every reader. You're free to read it, and you're just as free to leave if it's not your kind of story. There are plenty of other stories out there that might suit your taste better PRIVATE FF; EXPERIMENTAL…. (っ－＿－)っ AM N. NOT. ♤ Draft ♤ Title: Detective Conan — " Sherlock Leonardo Napoleon Suzuki's Chronicles " ♤— need to enjoy a cup of beverage first….. ♤—Sherlock Leonard Napoleon Suzuki [OC]... -The youngest son of the suzuki family. -L.N. -Slow pace [Notice] I wrote this to give shape to the absurd, chaotic ideas drifting through my mind, and to improve little by little along the way. I’m not an author—just someone experimenting with writing and learning English. This is purely an experimental fanfic, not meant to be taken seriously. AU elements, power-scaling nonsense, twisted personalities, and a whole lot of bullshit included. cover image;not mine.

The body Milo Reyes woke in belongs to a dead man in Watson — cheap implants, a NCPD warrant, and a neighborhood that eats strangers for sport. He carries knowledge of Night City's next two years like a loaded gun, except the Edgerunners timeline is already fraying at the edges, and every move he makes accelerates the unraveling. Buried inside his neural architecture is THE RIG — NETROOT-7, a Soviet-era Sandevistan variant that lets him preview combat seconds before it happens, dive through corpse-memories like a ghost, and run life-simulations so accurate they border on prophecy. What the RIG doesn't advertise is what sleeps at its core: a pre-DataKrash AI fragment, dormant, patient, and slowly waking with every cycle he pushes past Heat 50.

In the summer of 1991, Sherlock Holmes received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. As magic and science intertwine, the story is about to begin. This is a translation of the original work. On Patreon, you can read up to 5 chapters per day until we catch up with the number of chapters released by the original author. patreon.com/Kottaru Support us there and follow Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts ahead of time!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"