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.

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.

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 ”

He made a toss and acted handsomely as he pretended to drink his. “How was it?” Jerson asks. The burly man who drinks the vodka in one go felt his stomach-churning. “How was the taste of your own medicine? I told you, I kill people, didn’t I?” Spirytus Vodka. This alcoholic drink is known as the world's alcoholic drink that could knock you down in one shot. That is why, Jerson, who was drinking the black label earlier, did not dare to take a sip on it. He knows it would knock him down in just a matter of seconds.

My name is Amir, so just call me that,'' He said, Alexander nodding to his words. ''Well, then, Amir,'' Alexander brought out a bottle of Vodka from the black drawer, ''In Japan, you have sake, right? We have vodka here, so have a taste.'' He offered the small bottle of Vodka to Amir and he hesitantly accepting it. ''Mm, kay...'' Amir hesitantly took a sip, not being very familiar with the taste, then spoke to him again, ''I want you to do something for me.'' He put the bottle of vodka down, not feeling so interested in the drink.

I stared at the glass, watching as the vodka swirled around, the light reflecting off the surface. "You shouldn't drink too much," Elias warned, but I ignored him, taking another sip. The alcohol started to hit me, making my thoughts jumbled and my vision blurry. The glass felt heavy in my hand as I took shot after shot, drowning my sorrows in the bottom of the glass. Elias rested his head on the back of the couch. "It's so hard to believe Lucia's capable of murder." "Her damn name is Dakota and not Lucia. How does all of these make any sense?"

It was only a few minutes past 4 and in an hour, Alpha Oslo would call for the wolf-run where the pack members ran together under the last bit of moon in the sky. I needed to be gone before then. Conan returned with the bottle of drink. He handed me a cup and poured, only stopping when it reached half of the cup. He poured himself one too. “Wait.” He stopped me as I was about to take a sip of the drink, “Don’t you think we should make a toast?” “Oh…right.” I said, clanking my glass with his. “To our future.” He said. I paused, confused for a second but nodded, “To our