Detective Conan Ayumi Novels & Stories

He walked in, I followed. There was a woman, a beautiful woman. She had a black as the night hair, white skin, and bright, blue eyes. She resembled a fairy tale princess, like Snow White, or some character like that. She wore a black, fitted dress with shallow neckline. She was amazingly elegant, I almost gasped with delight looking at her. Yet, something about her was disturbing. Her eyes had the same void I had seen in Hiro's eyes. Her expression was cold and composed. She looked at me with this cold gaze, and I instantly felt uncomfortable. I could already guess who she was… “This is Aya, the best IT specialist I could find. She is also, as you already know, my deputy and second in comman

" she comes on the call. "Better than you, ma'am," I turn my gaze to Aya who devours the buns. "Get mine too, I'm not hungry," I lie. "Who are you talking to, Iuri?" dona Carmen asks with a serious expression, I turn the cell phone screen and show Aya with her mouth full. "Aya?" she speaks in amazement, she certainly didn't expect to see her here. "H-hi Ms. Carmen," she swallows quickly, I hold myself not laughing, her face is flushed with embarrassment.

I wiped my tears of joy; “it’s koukousei tantei.” “Yeah, fine, okay,” Marcella held her hands up in time with the roll of her eyes; “I’m joining because of Kudo Shinichi!” Then, she pointed her finger at the Detective. “Shinjitsu w* Itsumo Hitotsu!” My brows rose upon watching and hearing her imitation of the anime character’s catchphrase. So, I noted, “Detective, she has a better Japanese accent than you.” She huffed. “Well, apologies to the both of you. I have only watched the English adaptation of that show. I haven’t even met my parents’ inspiration for my name yet.”

A figure stood beneath the dead streetlights. A woman with long silver hair. She wore a dark coat over a violet dress. Rain moved around her without touching her, bending in thin lines before it reached her shoulders. Her violet eyes fixed on me. “You took too long,” she said. Hayate aimed his pistol. “That is an unfriendly way to introduce yourself.” The woman ignored him. She crossed the road between stopped cars. Drivers stared at her through wet windshields. Ayame moved closer to me without appearing to realise it.

He only reacts funnily when you make a move on him. As was agreed, Tadashi and Naoko left the mecha like they did yesterday. This time, Isamu joined them as well and the group relaxed like that for a longer time since nothing came by. As hard as he tried, Tadashi could not feel anything that Naoko described. Nonetheless, he did not give up hope and got even more fired up to practice daily. Meanwhile, BaoBao informed Naoko of Aimi's strange behaviour. While everyone else kept their eyes closed, her eye had flown open in surprise before looking pensive then closing them again. The rest of the day went on as usual. Although they did not manage to come across any purple, pink, or clear gemstones

With a barely audible acknowledgment, Akira nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the earlier conversation and the handsome figure from her memory. Ayumu Ito, the English teacher, was a twenty-six-year-old single man who captivated everyone’s admiration, especially the girls, fellow teachers, and students. His long blonde hair, typically tied back in a neat ponytail during class, framed his fair skin and round brown eyes. With a slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with a hint of red, he embodied a perfection that seemed almost ideal.

Just like how I concentrated earlier to go to the artefact's inner environment. She looked at her hand and used appraisal. [Amy's Right Hand] Can do many things. "This is getting annoying." She closed her eyes and imagined her own image. Then she used appraisal. It finally worked. [Status] Name: Amy Yunnan Level: 1 Age: 18 Species: Human (Otherworlder) Title: … "How did this happen???" Amy was caught in surprise.

In not less than a minute, she came to her senses, "It's Grey Everfrost, Idiot." "Um, that one" I only gave a fake laugh. "Wait, you said the word 'recognize' earlier..."I pointed out to her, no way. "Don't say, No way. You've gotten SMALLER!" I shouted, looking back to our encounter, including that horrifying dance. "I wore heels, idiot," She shouted with annoyance and crossed her arms. "Tsk. A detective can't even recognize a mere woman. What a shame, Mr Hirogome."