Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

He says, holding a whiskey glass high and giving me a wink before downing the entire thing. As if a scentless, half human wolf like me could ever have a mate, and especially a mate like Konstantin Volkov.

he declared. Akira was touched by his words. At the same time, she felt awkward knowing that Conrad is around listening. "Okay, go ahead," she permitted him. Connor watched the bottle closely before taking a sip. "Hmm, this tastes good," he declared. He gulps and drinks more. He returned the bottle to Akira. "I feel better now," he grinned. "Did you drink, for real?" She asked doubtfully. "Of course," Connor answered. "But the bottle is still full," Conrad and Akira chorused.

I knew I couldn’t do it but I didn’t want him to win so I decided to take the four shots. It was harsh and it burned my throat. It wasn’t mixed like the cocktail I took for my birthday rather it was raw and strong making me cough a little. “ what is this?“ I kept on coughing. “ it’s vodka“ he said in between laughters. I didn’t know what was funny but I knew that I was getting dizzy and I couldn’t see well. I felt match places aren’t at my back when I almost tripped up the chair. “Be careful,I think you’ve had enough”he said

Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up. When Alud came closer, he saw Konrod with burning eyes greedily drinking blood from a puddle. Alud stood up as if rooted to the spot. Conrod turned dark and greedily drank the ancient blood. His broken bones were set back into place before his eyes. Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple.

He tried for the pack. He worked tirelessly trying to make things right. When he was tired, he stood up to stretch his bones. He sat in a position for too long. He got a drink from the small bar in his room. Amara had finally succumbed to la-la land. The clink of glasses woke her up. She watched Conan down a glass of wine. She didn't know when she blurted.. " You're not supposed to start the day with a drink." She closed her eyes, she was supposed to be asleep.

Harold was asked to investigate about this flower named Konki, which was used to create Calliot tea and killed many werewolves in the pack. After searching around, Harold found a rouge who had a connection with the said flower. However, the rogue died before Harold can meet him. He died in his human form. Police lines scattered around the horrific scene. Harold watched from afar. No one noticed how his golden eyes brightened in a flash as he tried to identify the tall man inside the police line. A little later, Harold recognized the handsome detective in charge of the case.

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

’ She thought and hissed to all their hearings. Connor turned and looked at her, while the driver looked at her through the rear mirror. Connor smiled and turned his head away. He continued punching his phone like he heard nothing. Violet blushed within at the smile of Connor. Her inner self literally melted at the sight of her sweetheart’s smile. As always, ever since the very first day she saw him, she started to like him, his eyes were the ones that attracted him the most, yet she had a glance of them just once. Her wedding day was the second time she was seeing him and he still had the long blonde hair he had the very first time she met him.

Unknown’s POV Once the ceremony was over, the crowd began to disperse into the reception hall, where drinks and food awaited them. Conan felt numb as he followed the flow of the crowd, his mind clouded with frustration. A drink, he needed a drink. anything to numb the pain in his chest. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the bar and poured himself a handsome glass full. He brought it to his lips and smelled. something, something warm and sweet and intoxicating. His wolf stirred instantly, snapping to attention.

the next guy pipes up, who happened to be carrying a pack of plastic cups. "What's inside of it?" I ask and the guy looked at me and smiled mischievously. "Vodka," he responds. "Well, I'm in," I announce a tiny bit cheery at the idea of something to take my mind off of Blade. They poured enough for all and we toasted. "To tonight!" One guy says loudly and the rest whooped. "To every other night," another guy adds and more whoops. "To a lifetime!" Another bellows. I bit down on my lip and toasted in my mind, "to getting back at Blade Collins," and to that, I had a double cup.