Danganronpa Motives Ideas Novels & Stories

- A road trip you say… If Annabelle is not who she said she was and lied to me then maybe I will have another suspect. It is not unlikely to ally with Sarah but nevertheless I have to check it out. Motives, I don’t see any but still, in life you might be surprised who your enemies turn to be. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabel Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

“But what if he knows that his partner is dead? What if he's not interested in the money anymore?” “Can you do me a favor?” Diana nodded quickly. “You can tell the other kidnappers that his friend disappeared probably because he was eliminated by their boss. That way he'll turn his suspicions on his boss instead of us.” Diana rounded her eyes. “You still believe they have a boss?” “Yes, they aren't on their own. What is the motive? None. Unless there's someone behind them, then there's a reason to kidnap you.” Alpha Darren sighed. “Do you have a list of names you suspect might be their bosses?”

Darius asked, and my eyes snapped open with anger. “Don’t be silly, Darius.” Darius raised his hands in surrender, stepping back slightly. “I’m not saying it’s true, Nathan. But shouldn’t we consider every possibility before jumping to conclusions?” I glared at him. “Who would want to frame her? Why would someone frame her? What motive would they even have?” Darius hesitated. “To drive a wedge between you and your mate. To manipulate your decisions as Alpha. If there’s sabotage at play, it’s not about Benita—it’s about you.”

' she paused to sob, 'but it could have been inflicted by someone else holding the gun. Dave intervened. 'It’s ridiculous, Sid. No disrespect, but one needs a motive to shoot someone. Your parents had no money, nor were they screwing round the neighbourhood, so presumably it wasn’t jealousy. Where is the motive?' Dave may as well have hit me with a hammer. I was speechless and baffled and disappointed enough to cry. My newest friend had killed the father of my best friend, and maybe her mother too. I immediately reached that conclusion, because I knew the motive! I looked at Sid. I waited until her eyes met mine. She couldn’t look at me. She was in on it.

, my husband said and nods accompanied his speech. Misogynistic fools!!! “We have involved the police, the CIA and every other security system available in and outside the country and still yet , nothing! We have nothing!”, complained the beta. “We at least know the killer's motive and it's 99% revenge. He or she is not attacking you directly, but it is evident in the way the person foils all your plans. Can you possibly guess who might be responsible for this? Got any enemy, a list of them? The best ones usually do”, someone said and suddenly, all eyes were on my husband including mine.

We have no grudge with dead bodies but to send them off peacefully no matter how bad they were. Alpha entered and we all rose to greet him, we sat down after he motioned for us to sit. "Start, does anyone have information to share concerning what the motives of the rogues might be. We know rogues don't attack unless being triggered, it's obvious that someone is using them for his or advantage," our alpha said, staring at us from across his own seat. "The opponent must feel threatened by Elena because she's the main target. She might have something the opponent needed as a possession of which we are not sure of or she is just a threat," the elder by alpha's left commented.

“May I ask why, Mr. Briggs? Motive is key in these cases. Perhaps she had a reason? A grudge? Or maybe… she needed the money?” I leaned forward, my voice firm. “Laura doesn’t need money, Miles. She comes from a very established family. Plenty of her own inheritance. She’s not desperate. She wouldn’t do something like this.” I tried to push the thought away, but the image of Laura, with her expensive tastes and occasional reckless spending, flashed in my mind. No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Miles nodded slowly, jotting something down in his notebook. “Motive can be complex, Mr. Briggs. Sometimes it’s not about money. Sometimes it’s about revenge. A vendetta, perhaps? Someone with a grudge ag

“Oh, honey, of course not. If he dies, I’m the prime suspect. Too many motives. The trick to getting away with murder is having no motive at all. Now, if I killed Sadie, for example—no one would suspect me.” The laugh that followed chilled me even now. I pressed my hand against my mouth as I watched, though I didn’t stop the video. My voice came again, sly and reckless. “Hm… I just had a crazy idea. What if we… you know… traded favors? You’re more experienced in these things. Surely there’s a way we could both get what we want.” On screen, Randall’s lips curved into that infuriating smile. He leaned closer, his hand sliding up my thigh.

It wasn't the worst theory I'd heard. In fact, it explained certain things surprisingly well. The obsession. The persistence. The constant attempts to remove Laura rather than kill her outright. Someone who was irrationally attached to me might see Laura as an obstacle. Someone standing in the way of whatever fantasy they had created in their head. I rubbed my jaw thoughtfully. A reasonable motive. A dangerous motive. And one that was impossible to predict. I opened my mouth to ask another question. My phone rang. Immediately. The screen displayed one of the security team's numbers.

My hand kept moving to write down the figures that might have caused this. I wrote them down with my hands, creating a structure to the list of names I suspected, along with their connection to me. It's hard to do something without any underlying motive. What they wanted from me was something I had yet to figure out. When doing something risky, the person who planned this for me or Elsie likely has a big grudge, or they have a purpose.