Danganronpa Objections Novels & Stories

Adrian stared at it for a long time before finally picking up his fork. Evan watched him quietly, sipping his wine. They ate in near silence, only the clink of silverware filling the air. When Adrian finally set his fork down, Evan leaned forward slightly. “Did you miss me?” The question was soft, but it sliced through Adrian like a knife. He opened his mouth to say no, but the word caught in his throat. The hesitation was enough. Evan’s eyes gleamed. “You did.” Adrian shoved back from the table, his chair scraping loudly. “This isn’t normal! This—this obsession, this invasion—you’re destroying me, Evan.”

NIA’S POV “Your lack of manners is a flaw,” Lykoan said coolly, yet a subtle, lethal undertone bled into every word. “Do not recklessly disturb us. As you can see, this is a Volkes table, and yet you want to drag away my date without my consent.” “Consent is not required when an APB is active for her, so thank you for bringing Nia home. Now that you have delivered her, I will take her out of your hands.” Dalton shot back, hands tightening into fists at his side.

logan yelled her name because his previous question with silence,it was obvious Ruth wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. “I don't have appetite”. She replied nonchalantly and sighed. “Go pick it and eat it now!!”. Mr. Logan command,Ruth narrowed her eyes in surprise at her father's statement. “What??”. She couldn't help but ask. “I said go and pick the rib you discarded now!!”. He replied,his gruesome voice eoched. A smile curved at Rita's lips as the scene unfolds before her. “I have discarded it father”. Ruth replied,her voice barely above a whisper,she didn't expect her father to say such thing to her.

He squatted down, one elbow resting on top of his knees. For an old fucking swine like him, I am quite impressed he could still move without grunting and complaining about joint pains. Perhaps the old saying was true. Bad weeds were harder to kill. “I am not an object.” I hissed out in objection pertaining to how Damon viewed me as his obsession, even though I knew it was the truth. He even admitted it himself in the first place.

I peered through the peephole, and my jaw clenched at who I saw. I yanked the door open. “What the hell, Dante?” I flared up. “Why the fuck would you come back here?” His jaw ticked, irritation flashing in his eyes before he held up a document. “Your friend needs to sign this.” I looked down at the small bundle of papers, suspecting I already knew its content. But I still asked anyway. “What's that?” “An NDA,” He replied. “That's not necessary.” I refused immediately. “You don’t get to override the Don’s orders, Gabriella.” Surprise rushed through me at his harsh tone.

I stretch my back and think for a minute before saying, "I think we should both go." "You do?" The amount of surprise on his face is almost comical. "Look, I hate the idea of pretending to give a shit that they're moving to Canada or wherever, but it won't kill us to play nice for the sake of the team." "I hate taking you back into that environment. After everything…" "Rowen, stop," I interrupt. "Yes, it will be a little uncomfortable. But I'm assuming Daniel and Quincy will be there, right?" One of his shoulder raises like he assumes so but doesn't know for sure.

Jack stared at me in disbelief. "We spent ten years filling that album. You said we would show it at our wedding. How could you just burn it? If you saw a cockroach, you could have waited for me, or at least messaged me. I would have handled it." I didn't even bother looking at him. The man standing in front of me wasn't the same one who once looked at me like I was his entire world. "You've been so busy lately. I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial," I said.

That fear when we come close and the thought of that drives me crazy. It's okay, hate has been a part of me, I don't mind if anyone sees me as the devil because I am. I almost killed her...I can't control this part of me that retaliates to every little act. Just when I'm about to step out, dirna appears in front of me. Looking all seductive as always. Her body obstructs the door as she had a wistful gaze at me. "14 days, 14 nights and 12 hours of being away from me" she began in a sober tone, her eyes diluted as she crossed her hands below her thighs.

“What? You shouldn’t have any issue with that unless you’re admitting you’ve lied to me.” Amusement dances in his eyes as he takes another sip of wine, his keen gaze assessing me, taking in my telling body language. Fuck, it had been a test. A way to gauge if his suspicions were correct, and I just planted the seeds of doubt with my reaction. “Of course not,” I say, swirling my wine. I tamp down on the urge to blindly grasp for Ryan’s hand, knowing he’ll analyze that move as well. Instead, I put a lid on my emotions, letting a cool, calm façade wash over me. “As I said before, Alpha Weavers, my objection is that I’m not an item to be bartered. So if you continue to refer to me as such, I’m n

All I felt was a heavy wave of despair. They got me killed in my past life. And now they wanted to do it all over again. There was no way I'd allow that. My hands clenched into fists as I stared straight at Finley. "I never applied to Vera Legal. So there's no way I received an offer from them." Charlotte let out a chuckle. "Oh, come on, Yelena. You're still trying to deny it? Finley saw it himself. Why are you even pretending anymore?