Novel & Cerita Danganronpa Another 2

*drooling emoji* A few seconds later, another message came through. UNKNOWN: You don't believe me, do you? Fine. I'll show you. Three pictures appeared beneath it. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I opened the first one. Kai was lying against Sebastian's bare chest, grinning at the camera like a fucking hyena. The second one was of Kai's neck and upper chest covered in fresh love bites. The third picture made my stomach drop. It was taken from behind.

I am so happy that one of the people that ruined my pack and was responsible for my parents has met his doom. I relived the whole day, savoring each moment as I did so. It was like poetry to see the news story of their demise and hear the rumors of their shame. I had secretly worked nonstop, manipulating threads to bring them to an end. I intended it to be that way so that my adversaries would never know who was responsible for their unexpected demise.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

“I don’t care about any of that. I already said what I want and you will give it to me right now!” “What is happening here?” I whispered at one of Raiden’s sales associates, Dani. She turned to me. “Ahm, she is one of the five customers that insist on buying the high-end Anox cars,” she said. “Sir Enver managed to calm the other four with the promise that we will sell another batch of Anox cars two months from now.” She looked again at the old woman who kept screaming at Enver. “She is the only one that remains and doesn’t want to deal with anything.”

Shaking my head, I pushed the door into the cafeteria. "Gods, you both have the same boring sense of humor. You're perfect for each other! Hey Darrin, throw me a bag, will you?" Suron raised his hand to catch a flying bag of blood. The bag had a straw attatched, and he stuck it inside the silver-like opening.

The wolf crashed behind her, letting out a wet, tortured howl that cut short as life left its body. The second wolf lunged for her arm, teeth clamping down with crushing force. Anana leaned into the bite, letting the predator clamp down, exactly where she wanted it. Its yellow eyes widened in terror. With her free hand, she drove the other dagger into its neck repeatedly, each thrust sending gushes of thick, dark blood across her chest and face. The wolf thrashed, claws raking the earth, but it was already too late. Its struggles slowed, jerked, and then stopped.

♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙 ♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙

The storm in his eyes broke—hatred surging, violent and consuming. He had thought himself a lone hunter in the dark. He hadn't realized that the prey delivered to his door was another avenger—one with her own war to wage. Just then, his private phone buzzed sharply on the desk. The screen lit up with a name. Nick Wheaton. A cold glint flashed across Will's eyes. He pressed "accept" and turned on speaker mode. A sycophantic voice spilled through the line. "Ah, Will! It's been a while!"

Second, by robbing Fire Beast Cores from people who already had them. Of course, the second way was the easiest, but someone had to use the first way if they wanted to use the second way. So people like this would usually wait for others to collect Fire Beast Cores first. After reaching the end of the time, they would come out and ambush them. But there was a clear risk in using the second method, which was when the person who wanted to be robbed had greater strength. The second way could boomerang on the one using it if they didn't spot the victim properly.

Zane said coldly, leveling his weapon at Donovan’s head. --- A High-Stakes Gamble Donovan’s gaze flicked between Zane and Maya, weighing his options. Finally, he sighed dramatically. “Fine. The code is 8-4-2-9-1.” “Maya, don’t trust him!” Reese shouted. “He’s playing us.” “We don’t have a choice!” Maya snapped, her fingers already keying in the numbers. The countdown hit **“Twenty seconds” ** as Maya pressed the final key. The console emitted a sharp beep, and for a heart-stopping moment, nothing happened. Then, the countdown stopped, the screen going dark.