Danganronpa Courtroom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lennon felt his heart stop. The jurors filed in. They took their seats, the foreperson held a piece of paper. Judge Briggs entered the courtroom. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" The foreperson stood. "Yes, Your Honor." "Read the verdict." The foreperson opened the paper and then the lights went out. The courtroom went dark, people screamed. Chairs scraped against the floor and phones lit up the darkness. Lennon reached for Damien. "What's happening?" "I don't know." The emergency lights flickered on, the room was lit with a dim orange glow.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Emma sat in the courtroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around at the somber faces, feeling the weight of the moment. Her parents sat a few rows behind her, their expressions a mix of concern and anticipation. Claire was there too, offering silent support with her steady presence. Daniel was there as well, sitting alone, looking worn out and regretful. Emma steeled herself, knowing that this was the day that could determine her future. The judge entered, and the room fell silent. The prosecutor began outlining the case, detailing the financial crimes and the evidence that had led to Emma's arrest. Emma’s lawyer, a sharp, experienced attorney named Mr. Yilmaz, listened intentl

I asked, ignoring his former remark. "All I know is that you don't play with the tiger's tail." Danjuma replied, laughing loudly. "Then that means we would meet in court." I replied, striking my fingers into the soft brown couch. "No,it means I have to fall into a coma,and that would be very unfortunate for you." Danjuma said,flipping the pages of the newspaper. I stood up with a venomous anger. I gripped the ends of the bed and gave him a weak smile.

A few minutes later, Lia reached for the popcorn. The bowl slipped. Half the contents scattered across the sofa. "Oh no." Damon immediately pointed. "Evidence." "Of what?" Serena asked. "Criminal activity." Lia gasped. "I dropped it." "Exactly." "That's not a crime." "It is in my courtroom." Serena laughed. The sound escaped before she could stop it. And Damon smiled triumphantly. "There it is." "What?" "That laugh." She frowned. "What about it?" "It's rare." "No, it isn't."

We approached a massive double door that had a huge balance scale carved onto the door. "Right this way, Lady Beta, Luna." Dylan said bowing as he opened the doors for us. Mom and I walked into the courtroom, and Lydia was already sitting at the table in the middle of the floor in front of the massive desk where the Alpha and other important ranks will sit. Two warriors stood on each side of Lydia to keep her seated so she couldn't make a break for it. I didn't get to see Lydia's face, but judging from the dullness of her blonde hair, I'm going to say her complexion doesn't look so great.

“Your trial is scheduled tomorrow. Don’t ask me to watch you go to the gallows for her.” For a second the room was perfectly still. Then Antonio exhaled—a long, ragged sound. “No. Just make sure she is alive.” Grinch didn't answer, he just let the door close softly behind him. -------- ☆☆𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭☆☆ By 8:00 the next morning, the courtroom doors were already open. Sunlight sliced through the high windows, catching dust motes in the heavy air. The gallery was packed—air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of old varnish. Reporters, detectives, a few silent men in dark suits who didn’t take notes. Everyone knew what was coming.

Fight for the children. Pulling into the parking lot, I spotted Diane's car and felt a flicker of relief. Inside, the courthouse loomed with its sterile halls and echoing footsteps. I hurried to the designated courtroom, kids in tow, my heart pounding anew. The bailiff nodded me through, and there it was—the room divided like battle lines. Diane and Nico on one side, waving me over with supportive smiles. Ethan on the other, his eyes fixed forward, jaw tight, his lawyers murmuring in his ear. And yes, in the back, Damien paced subtly, his gaze flicking my way with that possessive glint.

Burdock looked coldly at their retreating backs before saying. "You're right, those were indeed his final words. I'll make sure to remember their faces clearly when the judge delivers his verdict later," Maite calmed down immediately, spoke arrogantly, and entered the court. The courtroom soon filled up. The atmosphere was solemn as it was a military tribunal. After the judge arrived, he ordered the defendant

He pulls me into a hug. "I love you." "I love you too." Haruto appears with coffee. Julian with a suit. "Today," Haruto says, "we fight." "Today," Julian says, "we win." Marcus stands. "Let's go." --- MARCUS The courtroom is cold. Wood benches. High ceilings. A judge in black robes. My mother sits across the aisle. Her lawyers beside her. Her face is pale. "Mr. Whitmore." The judge's voice is tired. "Are you ready to proceed?"