Danganronpa Despair Disease Novels & Stories

Eyes closed. Was I a bad person in my past life for my life to be like this now? For the rest of the week, they only come into my room when they need me for wedding preparations. --- [Don’t you want to run away?] Amirah’s voice crackles through the phone. “Ah… I’m fine.” [Fine? Are you kidding me? You’re getting married in two days! Yes, you like the man, but we both know he hates you! What will happen to you after?]

she intoned, the words laden with a spectral weight that reverberated through the desolate expanse. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the tumult within my psyche as I recoiled from the horrifying revelation. Each step forward seemed to propel me deeper into the abyss, and the roots of despair ensnared my very essence. Diana's anguished plea lingered in the air, a haunting refrain that echoed through the dream-turned-nightmare. As the dissonance of the surreal landscape intensified, a profound sense of isolation seized me. The once-familiar figures, now twisted specters, and the landscape, a manifestation of torment, converged to weave a tapestry of despair.

“The other men are waiting for their orders!” Jordan yelled at Liya, but she pretended not to hear him. That was her only chance at getting what she needed. Damian was out of the office, and somehow, there was a malfunction at the system’s control office. All the control buttons had been damaged, meaning that the CCTV cameras were temporarily off. And since it was evening, they all had to wait until morning before the engineers could come and fix it.

His voice was barely a whisper, strained and broken: “Lena… I’m sorry…” “No!” she cried. “Don’t you dare say goodbye to me—don’t you dare—” But his body convulsed again, golden light pulsing through him in painful waves. Elias grabbed Alex’s wrist, checking the flickering pulse. “This is bad,” Elias muttered. “He activated the purge for too long. His nervous system is… collapsing.” Lena looked up at him, eyes wild with fear. “Fix him! You have to fix him!” Elias swallowed hard.

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

I close the door after handing him the phone and I tap the hood and stand back as the car pulls out of the driveway. What ever is going on has just started a war and I feel sorry for who ever dared cross her. Walking back into the computer room I press the lock down button, locking myself, Damien, and YS safe behind soundproof steel doors. “There” I hear Damien say while he type a few more buttons, then on the big screen is pure mayhem. Demi’s ducked behind shipping crates with two unknown men by her side. One’s holding out a clip for her to re-load her gun while another’s ripping a piece off her shirt before pulling her back down.

I said as I crossed my legs and tapped my fingers on the table anxiously, waiting for Reina to come back from her bathroom trip. “Alright then.” Desire said but I could see how disappointed she was. But she stood up and left. I waited for quite some time and almost thought that Reina had escaped me, but just when I was about to convince myself that she had really run away, I saw her walking towards me. “Oh! Did Desire leave already? She has such a charming personality. You have a cool cousin Ian.” She said and smiled widely whilst staring at me. “Are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I asked, looking extremely pissed.

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

But Dad’s monitors beep steadily, a reminder of what’s at stake. As I hit send, a nurse rushes into the room, her face tense. “Mrs. Lee, Miss Lee, we need you to step out. His heart rate’s spiking again.” Mom gasps, and I freeze, my phone slipping from my hand. “What’s happening?” I demand, my voice shaking. “We’re stabilizing him,” the nurse says, ushering us out. “Stay calm, please.” The door closes, leaving us in the hallway, Mom clinging to me. My world narrows to the beeping monitors, the fear that Dad might not make it. Noah’s deal, his money, his power looms like a lifeline I can’t ignore.

Every step sent a fresh slide of come inside him, warm and obscene. He made it to his desk on autopilot. Dropped into the chair. Pressed his thighs together hard. Across the open floor, Damian disappeared into his office without looking back. Alex stared at his locked screen for a full minute before he could breathe normally. His phone stayed silent. But the bite on his shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat. And he knew—without a single word—that it wasn’t over. It was only getting worse.