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Detective Conan: " Sherlock Leonardo Napoleon Suzuki's Chronicles "

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This is a private fanfic made solely for the writer. This Fanfic is my personal project. I'm writing it because I'm invested In it, not because I'm trying to please every reader. You're free to read it, and you're just as free to leave if it's not your kind of story. There are plenty of other stories out there that might suit your taste better PRIVATE FF; EXPERIMENTAL…. (っ-_-)っ AM N. NOT. ♤ Draft ♤ Title: Detective Conan — " Sherlock Leonardo Napoleon Suzuki's Chronicles " ♤— need to enjoy a cup of beverage first….. ♤—Sherlock Leonard Napoleon Suzuki [OC]... -The youngest son of the suzuki family. -L.N. -Slow pace [Notice] I wrote this to give shape to the absurd, chaotic ideas drifting through my mind, and to improve little by little along the way. I’m not an author—just someone experimenting with writing and learning English. This is purely an experimental fanfic, not meant to be taken seriously. AU elements, power-scaling nonsense, twisted personalities, and a whole lot of bullshit included. cover image;not mine.
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