Danganronpa Despair Disease Novels & Stories

I can never get enough of their affections. Jai exchanged pleasantries with Darisha and it was not until Jai promised he’ll be there for lunch did the beautiful housewife let go of the hug. Then Jai and Darrion walked to the Windlet Headquarters while talking about some things. Darrion asked him about Miria’s problem, and Jai told him about Miria’s disease. “Ice Fairy Disease? Really? This is new to me,” Darrion said, looking very interested. “Is Doctor Prime the one telling you about this?”

"Hope, we have a situation. Dante collapsed an hour ago. He's in the medical wing, and he's not responding to treatment." Hope's blood runs cold. "What happened?" "We don't know. He was fine this morning, then suddenly he was on the floor, barely breathing, his wolf form flickering in and out of control." Amara's hands shake. "Hope, I think it's Lycan's Blight. The same disease that nearly killed him five years ago. It's come back." Hope runs to the medical wing with Cameron close behind. They find Dante on a bed surrounded by monitors, his skin gray, his breathing labored. He looks like he's aged a decade in an hour.

It was him. “Hey darling… I am reallyyyyyy sorry I made you wait. I was coming but Dane and I were having important conversation. We can meet up now. I will be free in ten minutes, you still there?” I decided to not to reply him. Such a dick ass he decided to make me wait and then now he wants to show up? Just like that? I mean who am I to him? His actions like this make me confuse even more. And what was he discussing with Dane for this long. How come I didn’t know about it?

Crap We both stumble back but I quickly gain back my balance so does he. He stares at me with rage and disgust as his eyes shift to his friends that I killed. Locking his jaw he pulls out his gun pointing it towards my direction. I take a few steps closer wrapping my hands around the gun that he's holding. I feel his hand slightly shift in mine, realizing that he's going to shoot me. His thumb pushes the catalyst, With my one arm, I grip onto his upper right arm while the other is wrapped around the gun, I push his hands up facing the ceiling as the pistol blazes with bullets towards the ceiling causing dust to fall on us.

Thoughts of Lyrica’s black hair laying across the pavement and the sorrow that seemed to bleed of Natalie as she scampered across to Lyrica. As I lay on the bitumen and images of Lyrica flow steadily through my thoughts. The last few moments before the real war started. I realised that there wasn't anything that I wouldn’t do for her. We had been holding up against the worst of days and I just ruined everything. The images of her smiling and sad, excited and mad and some of her even as she tried to kill me in the forest appear. And slowly as the images come I am surrounded in darkness.

He could tell from the tone that everything was wrong, all shades of wrong. “ Decanal? What is wrong with Diana?” Darryl asked, his voice strained. He was already thinking about the worst. Probably Decanal took control and messed up their plans. “ Heat” The wolf simply responded as another wave of pain hit Diana's body again, she might have high tolerance but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel it.

Not even Ai, I never see her in this situation. The doctor went further. "The feelings of the imagining touch of someone's hand on your body. In your daughter situation, the imagination has led to sex." "What!" We reacted to the heartbroken news the way we can. I never once in my life heard of this. Oh my goodness! "Does this happen due to ones recent experience?" The detective asked. "Actually, yes and no. My knowledge on this," the doctor gasped and turned to Ai. "It happens if one is reacting to an overdose drugs. In her case, she is reacting to a strong sleeping overdose drug."

Klyde's POV "She experienced Vasovagal Syncope or also called Neurocardiogenic Syncope, it occurs when someone fainted because the body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress," said Doctor Margareth Watson a Cardiac Electrophysiologist, and an old friend of mine. Bringing her to the hospital is a waste of time, when she could be treated at my house with the help of Doctor Watson.

she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch. Remember when I said that Linda had a family tragedy a year ago? Linda's mother died from cancer. She was so devastated. She went out to parties, got drunk and high, and I had to help her get through this. "What did she want?" I questioned as she set the glasses on the coffee table. Linda and I moved into this nice studio during our freshmen year in Uni. The walls were painted a light nude cream color there was two L shaped white sofas, a coffee table and a plasma screen TV. There are some photos of me and Linda and friends and families on the walls.

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught