Danganronpa Servant Novels & Stories

She turned to face Servant, and her eyes gleamed silver. “Ouch... Waiter. Don’t be so harsh.” Lanaya took a stance, then she made a defiant move with her hands, telling Servant to come forward. She smirked. “I beg your pardon, Princess.” Servant jumped up and threw his spear, which Lanaya easily caught. Lanaya spun around and threw back the spear, which Servant managed to catch, but he couldn’t hold on to. Servant held himself upright, even though his body was pushed far back, until he increasingly crushed the cement floor which was already damaged to form the drag of his legs.

Clenching and unclenching his fist, the servent walked towards his Boss, " I'll help you..." Saying that he moved forward to help Rean again. Just as he was about o touch Rean's arm, he was lightly pushed. "Don't touch me!" Rean said. The servent was startled by the sudden push and was almost about to fall. Looking at the young master, the servant felt like crying but no tears came out. "I..I.....Boss please" he mumbled. Suddenly something clicked in his mind and his mind and he smiled, "Boss, Mrs Anna is waiting for you in your room. Don't you want to goto her?" he persuaded.

The kitchen is big, so the team was using the kitchen island as a defensive wall. "Come on, kill them all!" The servant that reminded them that their Boss is still the Boogeyman, yelled. His name is Francesco and he has a history with Dante that nobody knows. They continued their battle of flour without knowing their boss was watching them. He didn't know how to react or what to call it. He just stood there watching his beautiful wife playing with the servants without an ounce of discrimination. "Fire!" Another servant yelled and throw the floor but instead of going to the opponent, it flew to the entrance where Dante have been standing for over a minute watching them. Dante caught the floor

She knew everything but helped Daniel to strike a vicious blow. "Mom, Mom. What I say next is very important, you must remember. Daniel ......" Just as I mentioned the name "Daniel," the servant, wiping the water stains on the floor, suddenly looked up. I happened to see the servant's face and was too frightened to say a word. Wasn't this servant one of the Rebel Army who had talked with Daniel in the conference room that night? Why was he here? He disguised himself as a servant in our pack house. When exactly did he sneak into the Rosebud Pack?

Maybe tonight could end without trouble. Servants began pouring new wine into the goblets at the high table. One of them, a slim young man, approached Liora and Draven. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for their cups. Aric noticed. He frowned, watching the servant closely. The man’s eyes darted around the table as if afraid to meet anyone’s gaze. The servant placed the goblets down and turned to leave. But Aric’s instincts screamed. He moved fast — faster than anyone else could react — and caught the servant’s wrist.

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

“Then… who’s serving the Don?” “There will be no more turns,” Daya said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “From now on, only Amber will be serving the Don.” My heart clenched. I said nothing. I didn’t need to. I already knew this would happen. After last night… of course he wouldn’t stop. “No way,” Tomika barked, stepping forward. “She’s just a new girl. How can a new maid start serving him already?” Daya turned sharply toward her. “Maybe I should add scrubbing the dining hall floors with a toothbrush to your list? Hm?”

He said in hesitation, his quivered eyes were looking at Dionysus’s nose instead of his eyes. “Hey!” He snapped his fingers right in front of the servant’s eyes. “Eyes looking here.” “Yes, yes.” “Who is this lord?” The servant was quite quick-witted and understood him effortlessly. “Lord Amino, milord.” Dionysus hummed and followed right behind him. “Why is he calling me?” “That… I am not so sure myself, Lord. Please forgive this servant. He is lacking in so many areas.” “I see…” Dionysus examined the servant’s attire, up and down. “Your attire is ain’t it.”

I merely raised mine to my lips, barely touching the rim of the glass. Moments later, one of the servants approached me, his head bent to avoid attracting attention. “My lady,” he murmured, eyes darting around the hall nervously, like he was avoiding someone seeing him. “Please... forgive me, but I have something to say...” Seraphina turned sharply as she noticed another presence by my side. “Speak up, boy. What brought you here?” The servant swallowed hard, caught in a hard corner. His voice trembled. “The Luna’s cup... I noticed... I saw... someone had placed something in... in it.”

He quickly went and opened the door of his room from inside, too. A servant was standing at the door with a tray in his hands. His face was covered with face mask and he appeared taller than him. In Worris Mansion, there was no servent that was taller than Derek, so he was taken aback if he was a new servent. He was so hungry that he didn't paid attention to it and asked the servent to keep the tray on his table. The servent did as was told. Suddenly, a thought crossed Derek's evil mind.