Novel & Cerita Vermouth Detective Conan

Jeremy's POV I stare after the old Chevrolet as it hurtles past me coughing up smoke from its exhaust, I question the believability of everything I just heard. It can't be possible. I trudge mindlessly into another bar, that asshole detective forgot to return my Vodka. The thief. I buy another bottle of Vodka and drink straight from the bottle this time around. No more glasses bullshit. My phone buzzes in my pocket and a piece of paper falls as I try to grip the phone from my pockets with my still lethargic hands.

Then he heard her ask someone else: “Hey handsome, what was the last one?” A male voice answered, “Blanc vermouth.” Scott’s frown deepened. His hand froze on the mouse. “Right, right—blanc vermouth!” she echoed back into the phone. “Do we have those three at home?” “Just the gin. What are you doing?” “lol, not telling,” she mumbled. “I’m fine, Mr. Nichols. Go back to work.” And then she hung up. Staring at his phone, Scott took a deep breath, saved his file, shut off his computer, grabbed his car keys and jacket, and left.

She poured it into the first teacup, the thick red of it vivid against the eggshell porcelain, and lifted it to her lips as Connery poured himself a cup of Earl Grey. “A test, perhaps?” He smirked over the rim of his teacup. “To see how much of a connoisseur you are. You have before you five samples. Through the glass behind me, amongst all the other donors, are those whose blood you consume. I know whose blood is in which flask. Can you work it out?” “From taste alone?” She was delighted by his playfulness. “Too hard?” He teased as he sliced a bite of meat. “Oh, very well then. You may ask me three questions about each sample in order to narrow it down.”

He smiled upon seeing Marry. "Hello! Are you the friend of Sophia who went to her home last time?" Conan asked. Marry bowed her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Alpha Conan! I am so glad that you can still remember me... I mean, nothing is really special about me!" "Everyone is special in their own way, but thank you for coming here!" Marry noticed that Conan is hiding one of his hands. "What's the matter, Sir Conan? I can smell blood in your hand!"

“Please pick and drink a glass.” I lifted the last glass under my nose and sniffed. Light. Sickly sweet grapes came back to me. Just the scent of the wine. Could this be the one that wasn’t poisoned? “No.” Vera replied dubiously. “I don’t trust it. Something about the wine. It’s…” My chest tightened as I followed her request and put the glass under my nose again. My eyes widened immediately and I lifted my head in shock. Wolfsbane! But how? All the others are poisoned. Could it be—-

Crysanthi asked, ignoring the expression on the gentleman's face. "Yes much, though I still can't feel my wolf to link my mate. I'm sure he's worried sick & ready to burn the world down looking for me." I answered her as I picked up the silver cup & brought it to my lips. The man watched me intently, making me worry that perhaps my drink had been poisoned. I glanced over at him & raised an eyebrow before sniffing my cup. It didn't smell harmful to me, so I took a sip of the liquid inside. The flavor of the liquid was incredible, it was a melon flavor with the sweetness of honey. Like a honeydew, only intensified, making me let out a small moan of satisfaction. Crysanthi and the gentleman loo

This bed is very comfy. “Never thought I would meet a woman with a drinking problem.” Conor mused out loud. He watched me for a moment and then looked down at the bottle of wine in his hands.

In my hesitation, Bridget had time to notice Veronica’s closeness, just as Veronica was reaching out her hand toward the notecard. “Something I can help you with, Veronica?” Bridget asked. She lifted the notecard and held it closer to her chest. She was aware of its presence now, and our attention on it. No way would Veronica be able to get close enough now to whisk it away without notice. Veronica lowered her hand without explanation. “No.” The servant who had taken our drink order returned with Veronica’s merlot and my empty glass. Veronica accepted her red wine and sipped deeply. I turned my empty glass away.

With a bored sigh, I fished it out and then placed it on my ear, my eyes never leaving her face. “Speak.” My hand reached out to cup her cheek. I traced the ridges and lines of her face, my thumb caressing the soft skin and stopping at the seam of her lips. I pressed harder on it. Temptations throttled inside of me when her lips parted slightly, and then sucked my tongue into her mouth. I was expecting her to bite it, but her tongue swirled around my thumb, sending a foreign sensation up my groin. “We found who Kaizen has been working with.” Conan’s voice filled the tiny device, and I nodded as though he could see me.

I beamed at him and nodded. We both sat on a couch where there was a round table. We were immediately attended by their best seller catalan vermouth and a bunch of snacks and foods. First was the tapa that Dillan’s ordered. I glanced at the rum cocktail Nicholas had laid out in front of me. “Mojito,” he said to me. I quickly picked it up and sucked it from the straw. “Hmm, not bad. I can get drunk it too,” I uttered. His lip curved with disapproval. “You better not!”