Detective Conan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Along the process, he stole a glance at his crying children. “Now… let my babies go.” The wailing of the children suddenly became unbearable as their father shielded them with his words. “Don’t be too naive. Answer my question if you want to spare at least one of your children.” Masamoto gritted his teeth, his eyes slyly glanced at his children. “You don’t have a choice, my man.” Conan held the trigger tightly. “My itchy impatient hands might pull the trigger out of spite.” (Pft.) Cole was startled to hear the sudden laughter coming from his ears. Once again, he had forgotten about Shadow’s existence.

I can see that Greg is holding onto Victor’s hand and that Victor is struggling to get it free. “Wait,” I cut in. “do you two know each other?” I turn to Victor, “And isn’t your name Victor?” “It's actually Conan, I lied?” he says, wincing. “Our families, go way back,” Greg says, letting go of his hand. Vic- Conan cradles his hand on his lap delicately. I look between them curiously. Conan, stands up, his face furious. “You should choose your friends wisely, Wilda, your friend comes from a family of hunters.” He growls between clenched teeth before storming out.

A concubus was more sensitive than an incubus, he should be able to tell. They were consulting each other before acknowledging us. An attempt to make us feel powerless. A misguided one. Nothing can make a demon feel powerless. When they looked up, the detective seemed shocked. His deep blue eyes widened. Where did I know him from? “Miss Coto? I heard you were kidnapped. What are you doing here?” He asked. “Sorry, have we met?” I smiled. “Detective Gunderson. I was investigating a suspicious death about a month ago. I came to your home with Officers Ryan and Leeds.” He explained.

He was behaving like he had been caught cheating. “Um…” Rika mumbled uncomfortably, looking between us. She looked cute in her denim dress and white Snickers. Bubble gum bubbled in her mouth but it blasted the moment Conan stepped out of the elevator and Rika jumped away from him like a frog. “I’m sorry, I guess I lost my track,” she said robotically and turned around, completely ignoring Conan behind her who was blowing his breath out like an angry bull. “Where do you think you’re going?" Conan shot out his hand and grasped her forearm, making her body jerk backward.

She was prepared to give herself to me. "We were spying on Luna Keira on the night of the full moon when I saw him chasing the girl. In the woods. Half-nude. The both of them. He had ripped her clothes off, but she managed to get away. He caught her again, though, and was ready to force his way between her legs if I hadn't interrupted." Conan's jaw tightened at the picture I painted. "He owes you, too, Conan. For disrespecting and humiliating your Luna Keira. Yara is not the only female he cheated with."

The television victim had dark hair. Conner stood up and turned away from the body. “Seen enough?” the other detective asked. “Yeah...thanks,” Conner mumbled. “I’ll be on my way now.” He ducked under the yellow tape and made his way to his car. Once inside, he sat behind the wheel, thinking. The game had changed, ever so slightly. The killer was no longer meticulously following the details from the television show. Conner wanted to know why. He had a feeling the answer could be important.

A small semblance of common sense reared his head as I threw my head back, wanting him to both stop and keep going. “I’m aware.” He pulled my bra aside with his teeth and lavished attention on my breasts. He drove me crazy with his mouth and fingers as they worshiped my breasts. His erection pressed against my leg, thick and hard as a steel pipe, but when I reached for it, he batted my hand away. “I hope you’re not attached to your underwear,” he said. My brows drew together. “Wha—” The sound of fabric tearing answered my incomplete question. Conan's mouth curled into a sly grin at my shocked expression, as his hand went to the core of me and began to caress the small hard nub begging for hi

"Fine then! Just don't cry when you find out about it!" Conan said. Then, like a child who just lost his favourite toy, he stomped away. I watched speechlessly as a grown ass man who is supposed to be royalty throw a fit at me and walk away in anger. What....what really just happened here? A lot of crazy things have happened to me since I came to this place, including sleeping with Rocky when I was sent on an errand, this had to be the craziest!

Conan He blinked once, then twice before blinking his eyes a couple of times as if he experienced difficulty in trying to understand what I said. “W-What?” Mr. Hunter stuttered. “I would repeat my words. The viper tattoo around your neck is the same tattoo that the runaway driver had as well. I am not trying to accuse you but I am just curious” I added, slipping the phone down my pocket. Liana stared at me so intently that it felt like her eyes almost pried into my soul, wanting to know all my thoughts and what exactly could be going through my mind.

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?