Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

"Liana, I am sorry about what happened so I was saying, Conan made me feel special and he appreciated me for my kindness and how he wanted me to be close, he made me drink more and more wine and he also told me that he was going to make me his business partner for saving his life" "I was elated not until I experienced discomfort that arose from my belly, the discomfort slowly grew into an uncontrollable pain. That was when I realized that Conan had poisoned me, I wanted to change into my wolf form in a bid to attack him but he told me that he had not only spiked my drink with poison but with wolfsbane as well"

“Call me Leo. Got any vodka? I could use something to take the edge off.” Donatello gave an appreciative nod. “I’ve got Chopin Family Reserve?” I shrugged. “No clue what that is. Is it like Grey Goose?” “Oh, my friend. Allow me to broaden your horizons,” he said, and started mixing me a cocktail. I settled into a leather chair that had to be at least a century old in what Donatello called his smoking room. He handed me a martini glass with a thin lemon twist draped over the rim. “Lemon Drop. Simple, but it lets the vodka really stand out.”

Ryan said. "Thank you for that kid bro". Theo said and Jayden scoffed." for what you just said I will get us another drink but is on me this time". he stood up and left, a few seconds later he came back holding three glasses of drink and gave each of them, they gulped all at once. "Gosh, what kind of drink is this?" Ryan asked as he felt a burning in his throat. "Is called Devil Springs Vodka". he said and Jayden stood up to leave " Are you leaving?"

at me with her brilliant green eyes and nodded. I kissed her forehead softly and she leaned into me. I inhaled her sweet candy apple scent and let a out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in. All this time I thought she was mad at me about last night but she was actually worried about having to let me go. I know this is the wrong time, but I’d take her to bed right now if I could and make her forget all this shit by burying myself inside of her, “Um, I realize this is a lovey-dovey moment, but I have a fucking silver bullet poisoning my insides right now so if y’all could quit your shit and help me that would be fantastic.” Connelly was staring at both of us with a disgusted look and

A soft relief washes over me. In slow obedience, I sit on the small bench that can barely accommodate my big butt. Dante pushes me down so I fall flat on it. He grips my hand and cuffs it, then does the same to the other hand. “Sasha says you're a newbie.” Vladimir chuckles darkly. “But wondering why act drunk just to serve us laced drinks.” His laugh heightens. “Cheap coke, even.” Damn! He knows! I stop counting the time. It's more than five solid minutes and he’s still standing tall, ready to devour me. Wait… coke?!

Chapter 179 The ceramic basin was cold, but the water Viktor Volkov ran over his knuckles was freezing. He watched the pinkish swirl vanish down the drain, remnants of a man who had dared to lie to him earlier that afternoon. He didn't use a towel; he let the water drip onto the marble floor, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that filled the silence of the penthouse. He moved to the nightstand, his fingers closing around a bottle of vintage cognac. He didn't bother with a glass. The burn of the alcohol hit the back of his throat, but it couldn't touch the cold irritation settled in his chest.

“I’m not sure what will happen. Even Lora is involved.” “What happened? You can tell me.” “Can I really?” I say, still skeptical. He’s also Kristoff’s friend. “Yes, Anya, what worries you?” Mateo finally serves my drink in a cognac glass, partially averting my attention. “Here you go. Mudslide.” “Thank you. It looks yummy.” I quickly take a sip. Hmm. The sweet, rich cream, liqueur coffee, and vodka all hit my tongue at once. “Wow. This is insanely good. Definitely better than Caleb’s.”

His mind was messed up and fucking any bitch now was the last thing he wanted. "No, I'm fine," He replied to the waiter casually then turned his gaze away and gulped down the fifth glass of vodka. Barely five minutes after Connor took the sixth shot, he felt his head banging, his eyes spinning and everything started to spin. He rubbed his fingers on his eyes and winced silently. He wanted to get rid of his thoughts for some time with the vodka, and it worked because the only thing he could think of at that moment was alcohol and cigarettes.

Draven made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the rows of bottles lined up behind the counter as he took his seat with a sigh. "A bottle of Vodka," he said as he handed the woman money. The bartender, a petite woman with a look of surprise etched on her face, hesitated for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to fetch the bottle. She returned with the Vodka and a single glass, setting them down in front of Draven with a nervous smile. Draven's gaze flicked to the bottle, his eyes lingering on the label before he poured himself a generous shot. The glass clinked against the counter as he raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the amber liquid within.

Albert casually switches the subject. VP sat down. "Not me. I'm not even going near one of them. The wife has a nose of one of those fookin' bloodhounds." VP shivered in his seat. He then proceeded to offer his flower-flavored liqueur. He always had an eccentric taste in beverages and even though Albert is open-minded about this, he declined this time. "No thanks. I don't drink vodka," said Albert. VP shrugged and continued, "And GD here doesn't even know how to start a conversation without getting sweaty like a bodybuilder munching on chili peppers."