Danganronpa 10th Anniversary Outfit Novels & Stories

"You're just my credit card. You're worthless, Jemima. And your ugly face makes me want to puke." Those were the words Jemima Wilson heard on her two-year anniversary—from the boyfriend she'd sacrificed everything for, while her best friend lay naked in his bed. Hours later, she woke up in a hospital bed with a ring on her finger and a husband she never chose: Khalid Greyson, her cold, demanding boss, and the CEO of Greyson Corporation. Their marriage was arranged by their mothers, sealed by contract, and built on nothing but obligation. But the man who pinned her against the wall on their wedding night, who touched her like he owned her... he's nothing like the emotionless husband she expected. Now Jemima must decide: lock away her broken heart, or give Khalid the chance to be the only man who can truly claim her. But in a world where being the CEO's wife comes with enemies lurking in every shadow... will she survive long enough to choose him?

Sansa Vale gave Killian Wolfe everything—her body, love, devotion, inheritance, even her dignity. She endured his humiliations and endless affairs. But when she lost her unborn child and caught him in bed with her best friend on their anniversary night, she broke—and walked away. Fleeing across the ocean, she crashed into the arms of a stranger: older, powerful, mysterious. Winston Wolfe made her feel something she thought she’d lost—desire. Then he vanished, leaving her with a shattered heart and a secret she never meant to keep. When Killian fakes her death to get rid of her, she plays along. Now she’s back—not as the meek wife, but as an heiress ready to reclaim her throne and burn him to the ground. Until she discovers the truth—Winston is Killian’s adoptive father. Caught in a wicked game of power, lust, and betrayal, Sansa must choose: revenge, or the man who made her feel alive again. Love is war. And this time, Sansa’s holding the leash.

On the sixth year of our marking anniversary, I travel a distance of 3000 miles just so I can tell my mate, Damon Shadow, that we're finally having a pup. But at the doorway of the Overseas Alliance HQ, I witness him doing something that he's never done for me in the past six years. Damon can be seen kneeling next to another she-wolf. He takes her mud-covered boots off for her while looking so reverent that one would think he was serving the Moon Goddess herself. Meanwhile, I just stand in the heavy downpour while clutching an ultrasound report and a pair of baby socks, which I have yet to finish knitting. Those things are instantly drenched in the rain. It's then that Damon turns to face me. The way he looks at me is as though he's glaring at a Rogue who has accidentally intruded the forbidden grounds. "Get lost, Selena." At that moment, my wolf howls loudly within my mind. Sharp pain tears through my abdomen at the same time.

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years. As for me, I've dreamed of becoming a Gamma warrior since I was a pup. But I ended up forming a mate bond with Oliver Stanton, a Beta playboy. Oliver disliked me for not being romantic enough, saying that I didn't know how to doll myself up for him. We argued with each other every day to the point that he rarely came home. When I open my eyes again, I realize that Clara and I have returned to the timeframe of two days before our bonding ceremonies.

I was the Luna who gave everything to her Alpha—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity. Ethan repaid me by sleeping with other she-wolves, over and over again, and every night our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul. On our third wedding anniversary, when he suggested I could "try" sleeping with someone else too, I finally broke. My childhood friend, a young Alpha, called me when he heard the news and proposed to me over the phone. His gentle voice healed every wound Ethan had carved into me, so I said yes. Now I've decided to give Ethan moonbreak herb and sever our bond forever. But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink. He was too busy running off to his favorite she-wolf's bed. He has no idea that in thirty days, when the moon breaks, our mate bond will shatter completely, and the "chains" that bound us as fated mates will be gone. This time, I'm really leaving.

On our wedding anniversary, I ask my husband, Luke Blackburn, to buy me some fish stew. Since I'm in my first trimester, I keep vomiting every now and then due to morning sickness. Right now, I have an intense craving for fish stew. But Luke comes home empty-handed in the middle of the night. He claims that he's completely forgotten about my request. I don't say anything at all. All I notice is a strand of long hair sticking to Luke's collar that doesn't belong to me. Some time later, I see the fish stew I never got to eat in a photo that Luke's colleague, Ruby Pollard, has uploaded to her social media feed. The caption reads, "Luke ordered this dish for me. He knows that I love fish stew from this particular restaurant the most. I'm so touched by his gesture!" In the photo, I see a pair of familiar hands picking out fish bones from the meat tenderly just for Ruby.

After being humiliated for being barren in my three years of marriage, a one night stand with a stranger got me pregnant with triplets. Avery Ryan is an Orphan Omega who has always loved her husband Alpha Drew all her life but he never loved her, all he wanted is a pup from her. On the night of their third year wedding anniversary, she caught him cheating on her with another lady who is already pregnant with his child. She decided to feign ignorance because of the love she had for him, but he threw a divorce papers to her face and severed the bond. Drown in her sorrows after divorce, Avery decided to drink herself to stupor in a bar, where she had a one night stand with a stranger, her Wolf got agitated but she shut her off and take it as just the Alcohol effect. Two months later, Avery found out she was pregnant with triplets for the stranger. What will be her reaction? And if she ever comes across the stranger again, will she admit to having birthed his children?

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

Dario Morello came from old money in Santria City—but his family was cursed. Every guy in that bloodline dropped dead before twenty-five, like something sucked the life out of them. The only way out? Marry someone with a rare fertility gene. In my last life, my adopted sister Serena jacked my wedding dress and took my place at the altar. I exposed her right there in front of everyone. She became Santria's biggest joke. Then she killed herself. My parents said I was heartless. Cut me off without blinking. Dario? He hated me too. On the anniversary of Serena's death, he locked me in a basement, strapped me with explosives, and snapped, "That fertility gene lie? You made it up for clout and cash. Serena was pregnant with my kid. You killed them both. So now—you're going with her." Next thing I knew, I was waking up on the morning of the wedding. This time? I helped Serena with the veil and wished them a perfect life.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I found another woman’s lace thong in my bedroom. My husband, Mark Donovan, stood in front of the closet and said coldly, “She’s just a kid, Leslie. Don’t make this ugly.” That “kid” was pregnant with his child. That “kid” had already moved into my home, worn his shirts, slept in my bed, and made him cut down the magnolia tree my dead parents planted for me. Everyone in the Donovan family thought I would scream, cry, and beg. After all, I had loved Mark for nine years. But this time, I only picked up my suitcase. Because they didn’t know one thing. The divorce had already been filed. The Donovan wife’s emerald brooch had already been returned. And the evidence against his precious little mistress had already been delivered to the old Don. Mark thought I was walking out of his mansion. He didn’t know I was walking out of his life. Forever.