Novel & Cerita Vermouth Detective Conan

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.

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “BLAGAG! I fell from my bed and woke up while the question that I heard in my head slowly disappeared when I woke up. I am inside my room because I fell on the floor near my window. My back hurts and my hips too. I gently massage it to ease the pain from falling. I can still feel the coldness of my room because the aircon is still on. I suddenly remembered what happened last night. I don’t know if it is just my dream or it is real. I looked at my hands to see if I had blood stains but the good thing is that I don’t have any. I looked at my clothes and it is still the same; No bloodstains on it. I know it is just

A Pungent smelling silver gray Wormwood. I hated the smell of wormwood, which always made me puke. Conan knew so well how much I hated the Savory herb smell. And the next thing I knew, Elle had suddenly become calm. I released my fist, as I could no longer feel her wanting to come out of me. My eyes opened up almost immediately, as I saw eyes staring down at me. I looked up to find Conan staring at me with worries in his eyes. “You are here now!!” “You are fine!!” he said, pulling me in for a tight hug.

There was nothing more I could expect when I saw him with another woman. “Cami, are you alright?” Conan grabbed my arm to steady my body. “Are you tired? Can I take you home?” “I don’t have a home…” I slurred. “But…” I embraced him tightly. “You’re home.” Conan cupped the back of my head, letting me smell his addictive scent. “I want to date you.” “You’re drunk.” He chuckled. “I’m serious,” I mumbled, smiling sadly. ***********

“This information will decide to what degree you deserve my information.” Edmund nodded, slow. “Fair enough. Well then, I’ll trust your judgment.” He picked up the hot coffee that was served by Conan. He sipped very carefully so as not to burn his tongue. Bom! Something at the back of his head was exploding. He felt like he was experiencing intense fireworks. The coffee was perfect on his tongue, it lingered inside his mouth to feel the bitter taste before it slid down his throat. “What is this?” He asked in awe. His dilated pupils were looking at Conan in disbelief.

detective Conan asked while gesturing towards the cctv that was facing directly to the scene where the murder just took place. "Well, the footage got deleted, it might take a while to retrieve it so we didn’t get the chance to watch it yet," the chief answered back, and that made detective conan think that maybe he was wrong about the murderer being an inexperienced one. "I guess I was wrong to think that the murderer is an amateur then," detective conan said voicing out his thoughts.

He said in a serious tone that might make me explain why. "I couldn't believe that you can be less annoying too, than the Conan I knew back in Canada," I replied in a sassy way. "I have a reason for that." He said then stood properly. "Tell me about it," I raised an extra glass for him to join me. The silence makes us hear each other very well. Even the sound of our throats whenever we'll swallow alcohol. Until I got to the point where I found myself checking out Conan's body. He's got broad shoulders, thick yet muscular body. A jaw that is quite natural but can be attractive especially when he'll start drinking that emphasizes it. That thick throat and Adam's apple I wanna bite. I might sta

Mort sat opposite the maiden and poured wine into the glass. Legs crossed, Mort leaned against the couch and sipped the wine while his eyes stared at the sleeping maiden in front of him. He had been staring at her for 1 hour with no expression on his face, eyes devoid of emotion, and almost emptied the three bottles of vodka. "What do I need from you." Mort blurted out and sipped the wine again. His eyes coldly dawned on her. When he ran out of wine, he got up and scooped Sumire from the couch.

and the other guys laughed, “Well werewolf blood is a little different. It taste like-“ Connelly interrupted Dalton, “Ass.” I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, “Connelly, is there something you would like to share with the group? You been eatin’ ass?” Nick howled in laughter while holding his stomach and Connelly rolled his eyes at me, “Ha-ha. Good one.” Dalton shook his head as he looked at Connelly then back down at Emery, “Con is a fucking idiot. It just taste sour. Like fermented fruit or something. So don’t be alarmed. It can be somewhat over-powering.” I watched in amazement as Dalton lifted his wrist up and a claw descended from his left pointer finger and slashed a small opening

“I want to end this Mystery of the Five Orange Phones immediately and takedown that group of wicked evil colored devils fast.” “Uh, isn’t ‘wicked evil devils’ overly redundant?” I asked. “I don’t care about the grammar; I just want to describe them with utmost accuracy!” I shook my head and silently laughed. Your sharp tongue really amazes me. You’re one of a kind! “I have another method without doing the torture you wanted to see, Hibara,” Toto said, sitting in front of her and showing a small flask containing some sort of a yellowish powder. “Sodium Thiopental,” the Detective mumbled, sitting up. “Why are you carrying such kind of drug with you?”