Danganronpa No That's Wrong Novels & Stories

NINA I looked down at my phone reading his recents texts. Mr Wrong: Are you alive or am I texting a ghost? Mr Wrong: Are you scared I’ll come for you? Weren’t you the one who told me to get you? [This one he had send me before too, like he thought I was scared of him.] Mr Wrong: At least, let me know you’re okay. Mr Wrong: This is going to be my last text, if you didn’t reply I won't ever text you again.

It is probably just the beginning of your journey. Whatever is it, I forgive you both for whatever sins you did to me. In the end, I am a single mother who raised beautiful four children. I think my life is better like this and whatever happens in the future, let's just hope I won't make a wrong turn ever again. THE END ________________________________________________________________________________ That's it for the wrong turn guys! I hope you guys are enjoying the whole story. It's been a tough journey for me to write the whole story but I manage to finish it. This is the end of Alexa Johnson's story and stays tuned for another story I will publish soon.

Typed a message to Raymond. "Diane is done. Thomas is in. Give me forty eight hours." The reply came back immediately. “Gerald is asking questions. Be careful.” She stopped walking for just a second. Then typed back. “Gerald asking questions is fine. Gerald finding answers is the problem. Make sure he doesn't.” She put her phone away. Kept walking. Diane had called her the wrong woman for this. Maybe. But the wrong woman had gotten further than anyone expected. And she wasn't finished yet.

For some reason, a wave of unease crept over me. I called Scott Shaw. It rang for a while before he finally picked up. There was a lot of background noise on his end. "Hey, honey? Why are you calling right now? I’m about to head into a meeting." Scott’s voice sounded as gentle as ever. "Did you grab the wrong school card last night—the one you left by the door?" I asked casually, "Emma tried scanning it, and it showed a kid named Gabriel Cooper."

Ariana Chan, my favorite cousin and resident chaos queen, barged in grinning like a psychopath. “There’s this thing called knocking,” I muttered, glaring. “Yeah, and I don’t give a damn.” She threw herself onto my bed with enough force to bounce me half off the mattress. Vanilla perfume and trouble filled the room in equal measure. “Remind me to take the spare key from you,” I said, lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Whatever.” She shrugged like she’d just won a small war. “Anyways, where’s your mom? Didn’t see her when I came in.”

Five in a single day was pure fantasy. Sure enough, Poppy glared at them, her expression vicious. "What? Are you all trying to rebel now?" One of the senior salespeople, Thomas Campbell, stepped forward. "Maybe we should wait for the boss to come back and let him decide. You don't understand operations—what happens if something goes wrong?" Poppy folded her arms and looked at him with open disdain. "If you're incapable, just say so. The company doesn't keep useless people. If you can't meet the target, get out."

Moira’s in the corner, collar on, licking Null off her teeth like it’s dessert. This is new. “Rowan,” Draven says. Wolf, because shifting back costs blood and he’s out. “Feed?” “Dead,” Rowan confirms. “You said cut it. I cut it.” Good. The pack doesn’t need to see this. The puppets stop twenty yards out. Set the stretcher down like the boy’s made of smoke. One of them steps forward. Opens his mouth. Alistair’s voice comes out. “Wren Duskbane. Draven. You beat Null. Congratulations.”

"I was — I got caught up in the moment, and the conversation, and I shouldn't have—" "No." Julian's voice was quiet but absolutely certain. "No, it wasn't." "Julian—" "I saw your eyes, Sophie." He turned in his seat to face her fully, and the composure had slipped enough now that she could see what was underneath it clearly — not anger, not frustration, but something far more dangerous. Certainty. "I was there. I felt what you felt. You can call it a mistake if you need to, but I know what I saw, and I know what you felt, and neither of those things were a mistake."

"You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option." Derek sat back down on the closed lid of the toilet. His hand was still bleeding. The hole in the wall was still there. The photo of Sloane and Caden Ashford outside the courthouse was still burned into the back of his eyes and no amount of sitting in this bathroom was going to change that. He said: "What did you actually do. All of it. What is this." She said: "What do you mean."

Victor shook his head. “It’s not.” --- Roman leaned against the wall again, his tone lower now, more serious than before. “Because ‘wrong’ depends on perspective,” he said. Ariana nodded. “Exactly.” --- Daniel remained silent for a moment, watching them, his gaze moving between each of them as though he was measuring not just their words, but the reasoning behind them. “Error isn’t just about outcome,” he said finally. Victor glanced at him. “Go on.” Daniel’s voice remained calm.