Danganronpa Another 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

A quick glance at William showed the first shot had missed him, but the gun was now trained on his chest and he stood perfectly still, watching her carefully. He and the rest of the RV were dripping with blood from the slain wolves, and his eyes glowed a dangerous wolf gold. "Lycaon gave me this gun," Amber said bitingly. "It's loaded with silver bullets. He wants you both alive, but I'd be happy to deliver you loaded with silver and let him figure out what to do from there." William growled low; his gaze locked with hers. Amber looked away from his eyes and turned her head just in time to see the man who jerked her door open abruptly and grabbed her. A second shot sounded, and one of the wo

He shook his head, and smiling, she looked at me, removing the knife from his cock before extending it to me “would you like to do the honor, or…?” “I think that I would leave this one up to you” I said, looking down at the rearranged man. His eyes were fixed on mine for a second, and crossing my arms over my chest, I looked at my mate just as she slit the man’s throat. She used his shirt to clean the knife, and checking his pockets, she nodded when she found a few guns, bullets, and silencers. “I must say, I would fear your mate if I were you, Leonardo” Dante said, making Anastasia laugh. She shrugged her shoulders, and threw a gun to Dante and another to Leonardo.

He was once my rock, etched into my soul. A breeze lifted my bangs, revealing a scar on my eyebrow. Years back, when he was green, I'd tagged along to a session. A manic patient flipped, chucking a silver figurine at Mateo. I shoved him aside, but the sharp edge nicked my brow, nearly taking my eye. Mateo freaked, dragging me to get it patched up. When the bleeding stopped, he teared up. "You're nuts, almost losing your eye." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "One eye for your genius brain? Worth it."

"He has been cold and detached lately, he lacks any warmth." Hearing this, a blush crept onto my cheeks. I instinctively glanced toward Dante. As expected, Dante wore the same aloof, unbothered expression. I nervously rubbed my palm, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Auntie, Mr. Moretti…" The moment the formal title slipped from my lips, everyone in the room turned to look at me, including Dante Moretti. Dante Moretti’s expression was unreadable. A faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips as he murmured.

🦪 DORA 🦪 "What are we doing next?" The last question I asked Dale. Turns out the answer is fighting. Finally, my wait is over, my most anticipated next black card is here. Umbra seem to be as eager as myself seeing how the fight is programmed to be immediately. Won’t lie, although I was anxious when I didn’t get the card, I’m more anxious now that I’ve gotten the card. Scared even. I have two fights left to fight The Reaper; it’s only normal that the fight would be knives and teeth. Bloody and bone-breaking.

A soft knock came at the door. Ryan poked his head in. “You okay?” She nodded slowly. “Yeah… I think so.” Ryan frowned. “We’re meeting in the dining hall. Come down when you’re ready.” As he left, Anna rubbed her temples. The game was over, right? Then she noticed something. A thin line of silver sand trailing across her floor. Her blood ran cold. Something wasn’t right. The Reflection Game… wasn’t over. And this time, they might not survive the ending. ---

] [Diana: "It's the same account as before, can you help me interfere with it? I can't afford to be traced." [Ronin: "No problem!"] With Ronin's assistance, Diana had a smooth ride this time and successfully hacked into John's phone in no time. But there was no juicy information to be found. John's chat app was filled with work-related conversations, not even a mention of any female creature. Even his browsing history was squeaky clean, not a hint of anything colorful. This was not the behavior of a typical young man in his prime. Could there be some underlying condition that's keeping him from indulging in any mischief? As Diana pondered this, she continued to browse through the messages.

“There is, Amara. Mother needs a blood sacrifice.” “A blood sacrifice? What do you mean by that?” “A human sacrifice every winter.” And at that moment, fear took over my system. “Be my wife, Amara. Please exchange your life with my mother’s life. Be the human sacrifice.” His eyes were reflecting his emotions. They were sad, tired and apologetic but were not regretful. His brown eyes turned bright green for the second time. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled before stabbing me with a knife. I coughed up blood before my sight went black.

She was noticeably withdrawn, silently nursing a drink with a distant look in her eyes, untouched by the surrounding noise and conversation. As Van got pulled into conversation with a group of uncles, Demani quietly excused herself and made her way across the room. Her eyes stayed on Coreen, her steps steady, sensing that something about her cousin’s demeanor was off. Everyone else was busy catching up, laughing, or fussing over the food. But Coreen’s stillness stood out. She looked like a shadow pressed into a corner of a room full of light. Without hesitation, Demani approached her, concerned.

The other hand left his mouth and snaked to the door and gave it a light shove, exposing enough light for only him. Jumping inside the room, Nathan plunged the gun out in front of him, looking for any movement. Everything seemed to slow down as my heart pumped in my head louder than the gunshot would be. -