Danganronpa Killer Killer Novels & Stories

“Wait. Let’s talk some more and figure out a plan. I’ll call Rajin.” “Fine. Call this number. Burner phone.” A folded note hit the table. Jona said goodbye in Finnish, “Moikka.” And without waiting for a response, Jona headed for the exit. The dartboard on the wall proved to be a temptation. Pausing, Jona picked up a dart with a gloved hand and aimed. The projectile found its mark. “Nice shot!” The bartender smiled. “Bulls-eye.” “I call it a strikethrough.” Jona nodded at the cheerful man. The poor guy had no idea that the deadliest killer on the planet played darts in his establishment.

From behind his back, he pulled out a sharp utility knife he had prepared before coming home and decided to personally destroy Nova, the demon who had killed me. "You don't get to replace Tina after killing her. You're not worthy." Right after saying that, he lunged forward and ruthlessly slashed the knife across Nova's neck. "Crack!" The knife sliced through her throat, exposing a chaotic mess of multicolored wires. Electricity crackled loudly, and the sweet smile on her face froze. She tried to speak, but the sounds she could make were only distorted glitch noises. Moments later, her body collapsed heavily onto the floor, and the light in her eyes went dark. She never moved again.

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

(DREAD) “JUST wait for me my love, I will definitely make everything clear and good for the two of us. It will not be long. We will have our happy ending, my happy ending. And you will permit me, right? You will allow me to kill her? Your beloved, Daniela.” “No!”

Blood spurts from his nose, and he turns and runs. I grab a man by the throat and flip him to the ground. A whip slashes my arm, but I ignore the pain and grab the end of it. I wrench the whip, and the Hunter holding it is forced to the ground. I kick him in the face, and he goes down. I take the whip and wrap it around the ankle of another hunter. It only takes a little pull, and he topples to the ground. When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face.

"Listen to me very carefully, Miss. This is the last time you are calling me, Fine. I am telling you for the last time. I will give you money to abort this child and get out of my life. No one will know about it, not your damn brother or anyone else." Her mouth hung open in horror of his words. “You…you heartless man. You are again talking about killing our baby. I don't want to kill it, Do you understand me? I want you to help me! Don't you have a heart? It is our baby you are talking about. It is not even born yet and you keep talking about killing it. How could you talk about it in such a casual manner?" Dinara yelled but the next minute she heard him take a deep long breath before speaki

"Exactly. Showing that this is not Derrach or the skinwalker! The killer tried to imitate the Derrach killing, maybe trying to pin it on him. But the depth of the wound and emotion left behind on it, gave it away." "Who could it be then?" Darren ask, speaking for the first time since we arrive at the clinic. "One of us. A warrior, a gamma - it could be anyone. The killing was done, with one single strike on her throat. Whoever it is, is a trained killer, and knows what they were doing!" Dathan's revelation sends a chill through me, and for a moment, the weight of it all feels suffocating. My fists clench involuntarily. "A trained killer," I repeat, the words bitter on my tongue. "Someone wit

🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 “You killed him! Don’t stand here acting like the victim, you miserable bastard! Do you feel great about having deceived me? I didn’t even think you could ever be the bastard I want dead. I’m the fool for trusting you blindly, and I’m going to kill you, Reaper. I. Will. Kill. You. I don’t give a shit if you’re Dale or not, you owe me a debt, it’s time to pay up, you bastard!”

My fingers trembled as I reached between my legs, spreading my wetness over my clit—there was no real slipperiness, just the cold slick of Kevin’s spit and my own reluctant arousal. Daniel watched, his nostrils flaring. “You got fùcking wet after all, what a slut you are!” Then it happened. So fast that my eyes, my brain couldn’t catch up. Killer intent sparked in Daniel’s eyes. His boot lifted high. “Noooooooo!” It descended brutally against Kevin’s neck. Again. And again. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.