Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

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. ***********

He asked looking at me carefully while drinking it. I drank it with my eyes closed thinking I wouldn't like the taste. But it was good, I must admit. He smiled when I nodded after emptying the glass. "What's this called?" I asked while staring at the glass. "That's a vodka cocktail," he said and took the glass from my hand. I nodded and took another sip with my fourth glass of wine. My vision is getting a little blurry but I'm not dizzy. "You're waiting for someone? Boyfriend?" He asked again after a moment while pouring another drink.

“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?”

“Vodka?” The bartender nodded his head. Then went to get a shot glass and the bottle of vodka. He poured the shot for him and went to take care of others coming up. Kieran held the glass in his hand swirling it around before downing it in a single gulp. He motioned to the bartender for another shot. At that time a man he didn’t know sidled next to him. He didn’t seem imposing in the least. The man started to talk to him as If he knew of his troubles. “Woman problems right?”

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.

ZEUS The night breathes in silence. The Haven always does before blood is spilled. I move through the marble corridors like a ghost, every footstep measured, my heartbeat steady. The servants pass me, heads bowed. None of them look twice. They know better. In my jacket pocket sits a tiny glass vial. Vallora. Odorless. Tasteless. The quietest of killers. Conan said five drops were enough to stop a heart, but I brought seven because I’ve seen the King’s strength, the stubborn pulse of his Lycan blood. He will not die easily.

I looked around and there, I could see the camera watching us in the room. Damn it!. There's no way I could escape from this. Then it clicked, and an idea struck my head immediately after I saw the wine on the table. Spirytus Vodka. That's the strongest vodka on the continent. I looked at the man and then back at the vodka. "Don't stand there watching me, get to work." He ordered in a cold tone. I glare at him, with that tone of his, I think he deserves what he'd be getting right away.

Volk seems to already prepare himself from whatever backlash thatwill come from Conri. Surprisingly, Conri relaxes back into his chair. He grabs the bottle ofbeer and pours himself a cup. Volk watches Conri chug down thedrink before he finally speaks. “What information?” Conri asks, his tone a bit curious. Volkreleases a sigh of relief. At least he knows Conri won't bite his headoff. Volk adjusts himself on his seat before speaking again.

Conan walked back in, Canon cuddled in one arm and his bottle in the other. "Um, yeah, I'm gonna get some whiskey," I muttered, retreating to the cabinet before my pride forced me to throw the human out the window. I reminded myself of what Conan told me: He's rough, but he's loyal. You don't have to like him—just don't kill him. Right. Let's rise above. I brought out the best bottle. Something smooth. A rare treat. "Three shots, then?" The human tilted his head, smirking. "Trying to catch up already?"

He closed the door and followed her behind and he watched her sit on the couch where he was sitting earlier on and he sat on another couch facing her. “ Well, I could perceive it from you.... ” Muna said and she pointed at the bottle on the table “ And this here is the proof ” And then she gasped which made Dexter raised a brow at her. “ What is it ” He asked and he took the glass cup taking a few sips from it. “ Vodka... You're taking vodka ? ” Muna said. “ Yeah ? ” Dexter raising a brow up at her. “ It's a very strong alcohol ”