Detective Conan Fanfic Novels & Stories

Sacha stared at me as I said nothing, and we both burst out into laughter, stopping only as a shrill sound filled the air. A phone was ringing. Sacha's phone was ringing. She picked it up, swiping left, as a hoarse voice spoke out, "This is Detective Conan speaking, are you friends with Miss Dalia Paul".

I tried to make a joke to ease the tension in the air. “As well as you know how to be a wolf!” He chuckled as he approached, leading me back into the relaxing bath, his fingers tracing a daring path along my skin. Ready for the imminent journey, I approached Conan, whose inconsolable cries revealed his awareness of my impending absence and the looming danger. I lifted him into my arms, but suddenly I fell to my knees, overwhelmed by terrible visions that invaded my mind.

Zion lifts his hand up to his mate's fingers which are on his shoulder. I look back at Alpha Conan who's staring at me in shock and I don't know maybe murder in his eyes? "You did nothing wrong," whispers my mate from my side. I turn to look at him smiling down at me. I sigh in relief and lean in his embrace a little as we both stare at Alpha Conan's next move.

No nightmare! Someone released a big sigh leaning on my face. “Are you okay?” Annie asked me with a worry written on her face. I blinked up the blurry vision and looked around me. She helped me to sit. I was in a cosy bedroom which I assumed was my cousin. I held my head while recalling that weird dream and what Kiara was doing in my dream. I had never dreamt about her for the last ten years. She was like a faded memory. “Are you having a headache?” Annie’s voice broke my reverie and I looked up. She was staring at me carefully and I shook my head.

I spat, glaring at him from across the floor. Conan closed the distance between us in two long strides. Before I could move, his hand flew to the back of my head, fisting my hair harshly and yanking my face upward. "You say all of this with tears in your eyes," he mocked, pulling harder. I bit my lips so hard they almost bled, forcing back a scream. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Never. "What, are you excited at the thought of being taken by multiple men?" he added, laughing maniacally.

Maybe she's shrouded in a cloak of secrecy, we can not really tell ya know. “What if someone conspired to falsely incriminate her? Yeah, it's already given that she's kind and all but we can't be so sure that everyone is fascinated with her deeds. Maybe she offended someone beyond her knowledge and that someone was just lurking on the corner, waiting for the right timing to get back at her." Zaina insisted as she follow my trail. When did she become a detective conan? "If she was framed up, then why is it—" I stopped talking when I suddenly remembered something.

I answered. "Send me your address, Sam will drive me there to you. I will come and take care of you," She said, and I smiled. "Don't worry, I am taking good care of your mommy,"Conan said, answering my phone. I looked at him and was about to snatch my phone away, but he walked off. "Who are you? Why are you answering my Mommy's phone? And that too so late?" My detective asked. "I am your Mommy's husband," he answered, and I frowned, Lily isn’t like any normal 5 year old.

The discomfort in the room grows by the second, as we both look at everything in the room but each other, and as Damian’s gaze pierces into my soul. I sip my coffee loudly, hoping to end the vicious silence. “So… You two huh?” Damian asks. Again, the coffee in my mouth goes down the wrong tube. Damian bursts into uncontrollable laughter. At the same time, Conan sits upright, his arms spread before him. “NO!” He says, a little too loud and defensive. He sends me an apologetic look as I continue to cough. “No.” he repeats, a little softer. Damian is still laughing when I gain enough control of myself.

Azura walked up to him, she gently placed her hand on Conal's solid body, but suddenly, he got up like a wild animal, grabbed Azura's neck and pressed down on the bed, making Azura surprised; his eyes were golden flaming, followed by Conal's growl: "Who allowed you to enter my room. Go away if you don't want to die! You're not allowed to touch me." "Conal, it's me," Azura said while actively emitting her pheromones. Conal smelled a fresh scent like grass, making his mind very comfortable, and he gradually became sober. The color of his eyes kept changing, his hand squeezing her throat steadily loosened. "Conal, I'm Azura." Azura pressed her still cold hand to Conal's hot face. A cool sensati

Guess I will not have a hard time falling asleep after this, because I know my husband will make sure to exhaust the little energy we attained during our sleep. [Meanwhile – Third POV] It was supposed to be a peaceful morning for Conan but instead he wakes up with an exhilarating scream. “What is it?” he asks in a dozy voice. “What are you doing here?” Taryn asks, “why are we naked.” Conan just shrugs, “well I drove you home last night after your nanny duties were over,” “and?” Taryn asks scared, “did I cheat on my boyfriend.” “Um… did you forget everything? Like from the point where you found your ‘boyfriend’ sucking off his ‘friend’ to the time where you broke up with him?”