Detective Conan Bourbon Novels & Stories

Damien had left the house and was in his car driving to the place the detectives he just got off the phone with told him to come so he could identify the body. Damien drove his car at a high speed, but his mind were filled with thoughts about what was really going on. When Damien arrived at the scene he say the detective and his Partner Karl having a conversation while staring down at the body that laid on a flat board stiffened, and was covered with a white cloth. "Detective Conan," Damien called, and the detectives both turned to look at who the voice belongs to. "Damien, good to see you," Detective Conan said but then cringed at his words realizing he was her to identify a body and there’

"I told Leonard that she is human but he seemed to be ignorant of the fact." Kohen's eyes stuck on the picture of the girl who had a warm smile holding a small puppy in her arms. Her ocean-blue eyes were so deep that he could feel himself drowning in them. The honey brown curls were cascading down making it look like some unrestrained waves. In a word, she was the epitome of innocence and beauty. How could someone be so perfect? Kohen asked in his mind. "Kohen..." Tyler called his name when he realized he took longer than usual to admire a Rogue's daughter.

She placed the metallic green bag accented with a red bow on his desk. Michael sat up eagerly. "Really? What have we here?" He reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle's Family Reserve bourbon and placed it on the desk, eyes wide. He looked at Maggie. "Do you know what this is?" She smiled. "It's a very rare bottle of bourbon. Number 5 to be exact." He picked up the bottle to examine it closely. "Holy shit, number 5." He looked a Maggie, astonishment on his face. "Where in the world did you find this?"

There was an old man, wearing some old rags for clothes, sitting at the booth right next to ours, holding a cup of coffee I guess, with his face down, staring at it. When did he get there? I didn’t notice anyone getting in the diner after we did. However, maybe we should try our luck. “Yes. We need a job. Why? Do you know something?” I quickly asked with a sudden interest. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” He raised his gaze, looking at me deadly serious. “Okay then, tell us about it.” I encouraged him to speak further, while Kara also turned around to face him. “At the RedMoon masion. I’ve heard they need some extra maids.” He then spoke, lowering his gaze back to the mug.

"We're busy. Do you want a drink or not?" I want to tell her that I want her, that I can't stop thinking about her, that every time she's near me, I lose control. Instead, I swallow it all down. "Bourbon," I say. "Double." She pours it for me, her movements smooth and practiced. I can't take my eyes off her. To hell with the Rossi Cartel for now. Let Brian keep watch. My focus is on her.

If his heart beat increased any louder than this, then it would definitely explode and he'd die of anxiety and excitement. Nate didn't know if he should move back but he couldn't, he felt rooted to that spot, he knew Spade was moving closer to him but he didn't know what to do. The knock on the door suddenly broke their little bubble of whatever they were doing, making Nate to quickly look away from Spade, focusing on his thighs, Spade didn't move though, but by the way Nate was quick to look away, he knew the moment had been ruined. He growled out lowly before he turned around and faced the door, it opened and the woman that had been attending to them earlier on, walked in with a bottle of

He couldn’t get rid of this feeling. “Lord… please find our lord. I can’t see her everywhere.” He released a shaky breath and strode hastily to every nook and crook. “She was acting like a psycho.” Dionysus burst a peal of ironic laughter. “Lord! Find the lord!” Conan ran towards the inner of the woods. Dionysus looked around, dumbstruck. Everything was a mess. Red. He recalled his encounter with this scene on earth. “Blood Shadow… or Eagle…” He scrutinized even more. “Nope, totally Eagle’s style. That son of a bitch really does like a mess. Especially involving blood.” He kicked the head mindlessly.

Though he didn’t know what it was, the sight of the police car parked in front of the campus already gave him a hint about it. Oliver handed him an amber colored drink. “Try this one. This will relax your tense body.” Furrowed he looked at the drink then to Oliver. “What is this?” “Whiskey.” His eyes glow in excitement. This isn’t the first time that Boone joined their hang out. Even before that he’s not in a relationship with Finn he joins their boy’s night out if he’s in the mood. However, just like Finn, he often focus on the foods rather than the alcohol. More so that whenever they go home at three, he’s the only one in the whole bar—the staff excluded—who's sober.

Em asked, walking toward the liquor cabinet in the living room. “He probably just drinks the capo’s top shelf.” Em’s eyes widened as he pulled out a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle. “Fuck yeah. Pour me a shot.” Em didn’t waste any time, handing me a crystal shot glass filled with amber liquid. “To Jasmine.” Inhaling, I lifted my shot glass until it met Em’s. Without hesitation, I threw back the bourbon. The rich blend hit my tongue with vanilla and toasted-wood aromas. A hint of caramel and roasted nuts turned into a spicy finish. Fucking delicious.

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.