Danganronpa Love Hotel Novels & Stories

However, she couldn’t let him just walk off, and she grabbed his arm as he tried to leave. “I love you,” she whispered. He turned back to face her. “I love you more,” he said, before disappearing in a blurring motion as he jumped to the dance floor. With swift movements, he knocked the gun out of the hands of the first hunter he could reach, sending him clamoring backwards. When he recovered, Ken hit him in the face with his elbow, sending his helmet flying off his head. Before the helmet had even hit the ground, Ken kicked it up with the back of his foot like a soccer ball and aimed it perfectly into the chest of another hunter, all in one, swift motion.

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

03: HAZEL: I watched him as he walked toward the mini bar in that room and poured himself a drink. Then he walked back toward me while sipping from the glass. I was afraid to even look at him. I couldn't help but wonder what kinds of punishments he had in mind for me. He pinched my chin light and guided my gaze toward his. “What's your name, Mi Amor?” He asked while staring at my face. “Hazel!” I replied in a low tone.

Heavy curtains framed tall windows, and twin couches sat positioned before an unlit fireplace, dark and waiting, like the whole room was holding its breath. A young man stood near the hearth — sharp-dressed, dark-haired, the kind of handsome that came with an edge to it. Elison Floris. He looked up as the door opened, opened his mouth to speak. "Damn it," he muttered first, almost to himself, frustration flickering across his face. "I wasn't able to see his face." Before anyone could ask what he meant, motion cut through the room — fast, deliberate. A knife sailed through the air toward him without warning, gleaming once under the chandelier's light before closing the distance.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

Bonus Chapter 28 – Post-Game Hotel Mirror Sex (Rookie Year, After Big Win) Dante POV The hotel room smelled like victory sweat, hotel shampoo, and the faint citrus of Eli’s cologne. The only light came from the fairy lights he’d insisted on stringing before I even left for the stadium—thin golden strands looped along the headboard, draped over the wide mirror above the dresser, because “hotel rooms need ambience, Dante, even when you’re playing in a different city.” I’d rolled my eyes, called him ridiculous, but I’d held the damn tape while he climbed onto the chair and arranged them just so. Now those lights were the only thing keeping the room from being pitch black, casting soft, warm hal

It was Scar. “Any news on Rence?” “The bastard escaped. An SUV picked him up along the streets. We chased them down but lost them.” A sigh left my lips. “Keep me posted, Scar.” I fucking needed a drink. Diego and I retreated outside the cottage with a bottle of whiskey. We sat under the moonlight, drowning in alcohol. “Do you love her?” His question stunned me. For a moment, I only stared at him. I took another gulp of my drink, not knowing what to say.

Mitha replied in between moans that came out of her mouth. Jack chuckled. Then began to arrange his body in an intimate position with Mitha. "If this hurts, consider it your punishment," Jack said hoarsely. Mitha nodded slightly. Jack prepared this. Then, something felt like tearing at Mitha's intimate bottom. Not only tearing but also playing there. Surprisingly they both enjoyed each other. No one feels coercion or pain. And without them knowing ... There is a camera stored near the bed they are occupying. The camera that recorded everything that happened in the room, was then automatically sent to someone who was huddled in the corner of the hotel room while still shedding tears.

God, that woman is insufferable. I’m making my way back to Rivers hotel when I pass a flower shop, I stop at look at the flowers and I pick a bouquet of sunflowers, yellow tulips and a few daisies. River is going to love this. I pay the nice lady at the shop and leave my tip for the café in the jar and walk back out. I get back to her hotel in what seems like 10 minutes. I go up to her room and let myself in with the key she gave me. I set the bag and coffee on the counter and walk into the room. I don’t notice River at first, all I hear is the sad song from the romance movie playing and that’s when I see her.