Novel & Cerita Danganronpa Another 2

“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.”

“I will, don’t worry.” I watched him so excited as he chose three very appropriate games and then picked up, Call of Duty. I waited for Jason’s response. Thomas said, “I can’t decide between these,” and held them up to Jason. “You can have them all, except that one,” pointing to, Call of Duty. Thomas said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I get to have all of these!” As we pulled up to the house, Cassy was sound asleep. I carried her in and set her in her crib as Jason and Thomas gathered all of our bags.

Pliers, a sponge, and scissors are also on the table with what looks like a car battery. Melina looks between the man and the table. The thought of them using any of those things on her has her close to peeing in her pants. To distract herself from the horrible thoughts swimming in her head, she looks around the room again. They were in a windowless place, likely underground. A staircase leads up, and a few chairs are scattered throughout the room. Her brows pull together as she realizes they’re arranged to face her. Breath fans her neck making her jump in her seat.

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.

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.

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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.