Danganronpa Courtroom Novels & Stories

Pamela continued meekly, "What I say is the truth, sir. I kept a copy of the footage in the boutique. I can give it to you whenever you need it." "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Melanie roared once again. As a result, the court went into an uproar. The judge as well as the jury did their best to maintain the order in the courtroom. At the same time, the lounge's door was opened from the outside. Hades stood at the doorway while gazing at Alanna. Alanna raised her head to make eye contact with him. For a moment, Hades didn't know if he should be angry or distressed.

“Arnou, stop!” I yelled the moment I stepped into the room. Granny was present and stood up from her seat in surprise. “Daciana you’re awake?” She asked in surprise. “Yea Granny, I’m awake. Please stop Arnou before he makes a fatal mistake,” I replied as I stepped further into the courtroom. “Look high Luna Daciana, all these antics of yours are highly unethical. We can’t just stop a court proceeding because you will it.

River’s POV The air in the courtroom was thick, almost suffocating, as everyone waited for the judge’s final verdict. My hands were clenched together on my lap, and my heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears as the judge cleared his throat, shuffling the papers before him. Everyone went silent, waiting. “After careful consideration of the evidence presented before this court,” the judge’s voice rang out,“The court finds Derek Sandler guilty of manslaughter.”

The last thing she noticed was the scent of cedar and mint before she passed out. Marcus Ryle and Carol Dement walked ahead of Anthony Rossi as they entered the courtroom. Two thing's were immediately noticed, the scent of blood and gunpowder. The trio didn't show a reaction. However, when Jerry Richards was escorted in seconds later he seemed to have a smirk as though gloating. His expression did not go noticed. “If we are ready to proceed,” Carol said as she sat down. Jerry pulled on Bill's shoulder and spoke loudly. “If Miss Jennings is a no-show I would like to call a mistrial.” He sounded confident and sounded smug.

Jacob said, “in case you’re finding it a little hard to understand.” He cleared his throat, fixing his gaze on me. “Who is Mr. Damon Vyon to you, Miss Paulman? A simple answer would do.” Taking deep, calming breaths, I decided to give this a try. “Family,” I said in a small voice, my mouth miles away from the mic on the stand. “Speak into the mic, witness,” the judge called, “we can’t hear you. We’re in a courtroom. Now, repeat yourself?” “Family,” I repeated in a bolder, clearer voice, lifting my head to stare at the wall behind the judge’s head. “Damon Vyon is family to me.”

When she finished, the room fell silent. Then Naomi blinked. “That’s it?” Marilyn frowned. “What do you mean?” “That’s all he said?” “Pretty much.” Naomi stared at her. Then at Sia. Then back at Marilyn. The two women looked completely unimpressed. Marilyn didn’t like that look. “What?” Sia leaned forward. “Did you say yes?” “No.” “Did you say no?” “No.” Sia pointed at her immediately. “Then stop acting like a victim.”

The courthouse stood ancient and white in early autumn’s chill. Lucien marched beside Seraphina through wide marble halls—each step echoing like a drumbeat toward justice. Courtroom 27 awaited them: tall windows, rows of benches, spotlights focused on the bench. Today’s docket held Gabe Vale Jr. and Julian Cristoff, but beyond that, it held Seraphina’s mother’s death, finally being put to rest. In the gallery, Matteo, Anton, Vincenzo, and Elian settled in formation.

He liked the game of it all—seeing them squirm and battle to keep what was sliding through their grasp. A message came through on his phone, and the words on the screen made him laugh. "The judge is getting anxious." "What do we do now?" Damon's finger hovered over the screen while he thought about what to say. He would make sure the judge understood who was in charge. Damon typed, "Don't worry," and his lips turned into a smile. "We've won. Tell them they are still in the game. He put the phone in his pocket, happy with how things were going. But then he saw something that drew his eye. A person in the rear row of the courtroom was staring at him. Mimi. He realized that she had no idea what

Nathan talked quietly with him while my other two mates led me to our seats and sat me between them. The room was set up like a typical courtroom where the Council would be seated on an elevated platform while we, the defendants, were seated facing them at a long table that stretched almost the entire width of the room. Darcy was seated at the end of the table with her ever-present mate standing guard behind her. I sent her what I hoped was a reassuring smile and waved.

ZARA We all walked into the courtroom, waiting for the Judge. I turn to see Alberta fidgeting under the table. She has no idea why I'm putting Ronnie in the witness box. But she's about to find out. “All rise! The honorable Judge Cynthia Parks residing” The bailiff announced. “Please be seated,” she said, taking her seat. “Are we ready for the closing statement?” “Yes, your honor,” Alberta quickly stood up. I scoffed and got up on my feet.