Dangan Ronpa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ronan. “You guys shouldn’t be here,” I muttered, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “It’s just a gunshot wound.” “Is that how you talk to your mother, you insolent punk?” Ronan snapped, still standing by the door, arms crossed like the world owed him an apology. He didn’t even look at me. Typical. His eyes were already on Damon, who had made himself comfortable on the leather couch, flicking through his phone like this was a casual social visit.

We leaned in for a kiss, just as my lips were inches from hers, Ron squealed “OMG! D is GAY!” she immediately pulled away from me, I felt the absence of her warm touch on my arm, and she moved away so slowly from me as if convincing herself that what was about to happen would be a mistake, I growled lowly and shot Ron a look, but he was not looking at me and I followed his gaze and my jaw hit the ground. I had no idea D was batting for the other team; no disrespect to my best friend; but why did he not tell me? I then heard her melodious laugh and I looked at my beautiful mate. “What?”

Darius lunged. Ronan met him with terrifying speed, seizing him by the throat and driving him hard into the earth. The ground split beneath their struggle. Darius’s body twisted, claws sprouting as he partially shifted, raking deep furrows through Ronan’s side. Blood spilled, but Ronan looked down at the wound as if it were a scratch, as if pain were an inconvenience he could simply choose to ignore. And then he smiled, inhuman, cold, and full of promise. He struck Darius across the face. Once. Twice. The third blow was accompanied by a sickening crack.

Ronan growled out‚ dropping back onto the pillows and rubbing his face in frustration. "But chill‚" Mom shifted closer to him‚ her fingers dragging slowly across his bare chest as her voice turned wicked and manipulative. "I'm playing the devoted wife. I’ll get you what you need to ruin him‚ I promise. Just promise me the Luna Queen's crown is still mine‚ and ditch that fucking contract wife of yours." Ronan reached out‚ taking her hand and brushing a brief kiss over her knuckles. "You know the plan‚ Diane. One thing at a time."

After everything I had told him about Damon, about believing I had been discarded because something was wrong with me, Ronan understood that I had spent years carrying things alone. But the fact that he had been carrying something too made my chest ache. “What does it say?” His jaw tightened. “That’s why I need you to read it.” Slowly, he handed me the parchment. I took it from him, my fingers brushing against his. The paper felt strangely heavy. I unfolded it and looked down at the elegant handwriting. Dearest Alpha Ronan, I continued reading. It has come to my attention that you have accepted a maid as your chosen mate and expect her to become your Luna.

I say, the admission tastes like poison, "I don't know why, I don't want her to, but she does.” "I know," Dylan says quietly, "I can feel it." "How can you control me like that," I demand. "It's not because I'm an Alpha," he says, moving closer. "it's something else, something I don't fully understand yet." Footsteps approach from behind, measured and careful, I turn to see Ronan, Dylan's beta with the silver-streaked hair, he looks older in the daylight, tired, like he carries too many secrets. Can I speak with her," Ronan asks Dylan, "alone.

That familiar tone... Ronin?! Diana realized she had just given him her phone number. She didn't expect a response so quickly! She immediately replied to his message. [Diana: Long time no see!] [Ronin: It's been a few years, and you've become so beautiful. 😍Tsk tsk, I want to kidnap you even more now.] Diana was shocked. This scumbag dared to hack her phone and invade her privacy?! Diana quickly intercepted his intrusion.

“Can I?” “Sure, anytime,” Danny answered with a smile. “But why, suddenly?” “Just, I feel some connection with her!” Maya answered, and her eyes darted back at Mishka while Danny knitted his eyebrows. “Why are you playing, Daniel?” Rony snatched the phone from Daniel. “Because I can’t see bro with Mishka. Now please give my phone back, dad!” Daniel said in an annoyed tone and Rony furrowed his eyebrow. “And may I know why?” Rony asked.

I say boldly, looking him dead in the eye without a single ounce of fear. "You heard that, golden boy?" Ronan boasts, pointing a thumb at his own chest with a super smug grin. "My wolf is right." 'This fake omega clearly wanted their fresh elk meat, but the second Ronan called him out, he started crying like a kicked pup! He is so incredibly fake!' 'Darius blindly protecting his little brother is literally giving me a massive headache. He has a super creepy brother complex.' 'If Darius ever selects a true fated mate and that mate gets into a fight with Nyra, who do you think his wolf will support?'

Ronan doesn’t even know anymore where he is getting all his strength to have this argument with Cross, but here he is—telling these things that he didn’t even mean. Cross didn’t do anything. Cross didn’t do anything. Cross didn’t do anything. He wanted to own you. “Is that what you really think of me, Ronan?” Another laugh escapes from Cross. “Well then…” Cross started walking to him and he started shaking more violently again. He thought Cross would touch him again but he didn’t. He just levels his face to his and grins like a complete evil. “Let’s make a dare, Ronan. Let’s never see each other again because he if we do…” He looks at him—looks at his entirety. “Trust me, you don’t want to e