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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.

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!

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.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"