Danganronpa Killer Killer Novels & Stories

I had my gun pointed at the motherfucker and I took advantage of his surprise as I punched him straight on the jaw, causing him to fall on his fucking ass. "Touch him again and your brain will be spilling on the floor." My voice was deadly calm. Kieran slumped on the floor. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and found him having difficulty breathing. I am going to kill him. "I can't believe it-" Damon chuckled, "You told him the password to my place. Well played, Your Highness. It seems you have grown up. You are no longer a pushover." He shook his head in amusement, while my finger was now on the trigger, "So, how was it?" He suddenly looked at me, urging me to narrow my eyes, "You

The small living room had accommodated everyone in the family. The old granny sat on her favourite maroon covered chair as she swallowed miraa in her toothless mouth. Tina had just received a call from a media company in the city. Everyone was happy for her, father and mother couldn't hide their joy. Mother jumped all over as if she had won the most recent Olympic.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

Old, the colours slightly faded, the edges soft with age. He held it out to her. She took it. Two men standing together outside what looked like a restaurant. Suits. A daytime lunch, probably — the light was bright and even. Both of them looking at the camera. Both of them smiling. One of the men was Robert Sinclair. Twenty years younger but unmistakable. The other one was her father. James Harper. Smiling. Standing right beside the man who had murdered her mother. Nyla held the photograph and did not speak.

He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill. She spotted him first, leaning against a lamppost, phone in hand, scanning the street. The same smirk, the same arrogance. He hadn’t changed, and that was a mistake. Aire’s pulse was steady, controlled, her anger simmering beneath the surface. This time, she wasn’t afraid. She was ready. Dee appeared beside her like he’d materialized from thin air. “He’s yours,” he said softly. “But I’m right behind you.” Aire’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Good. I like you close.”

He just walks. Into the darkness. Into the enemy territory. Into the fight. He's looking for the killer. The one who shot me. It was a Collective soldier. Not just any soldier. One with an AK-47. More faster. More efficient. More deadly. Damon doesn't care. He just wants to find him. And kill him. --- While he's away. Julian, Zara, Helena, Cutter, and Mira are kneeling in front of my body. They think I'm dead.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

Noise of jubilation rose from the sitting room as hands were punched in the air. Jack picked Alissa up and spun her round. “You did it!” He let her go. She looked around, not truly believing it. “What’s the Ceremony of Týr?” She racked her brains thinking of her history lessons “The Ceremony of- that's one of the death penalties.” She looked up at everyone. Jack nodded at her, “That's what you wanted. You were about ready to kill him yourself a few days ago.”

He didn't know if Dora was testing but he didn't like this one bit. “You were right Dora, am not a killer, am not going to kill you" he told her *But if you were, would you kill me?” Upon hearing that question, Ryan realized Dora wanted him to kill her, was she so damaged that she wanted to be killed? “No" he replied to her. Dora let out a sign of relief and smiled “Then help me digging" As if possessed, Ryan rolled his shirt sleeves and began to dig his mind crowded with different thoughts .