Danganronpa Servant Novels & Stories

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

I heaved, throwing up more than I could possibly have eaten in the last twenty-four hours. Lillith stared at me, worry creasing her face. "What's wrong with her?" "I don't know. Maybe it's from getting knocked around this morning," Burney answered, moving over so Lillith could kneel beside me. "What happened?" "We did some hand to hand training with Stan." Dave chuckled, sounding way too amused. "What was today's pick?" "Run and Dodge." "Ouch." "I made sure I took her weight every time she fell!"

That would be so thrilling. Lucille brushed me off with a few words and hung up the phone. Listening to the dial tone, my entire body went cold. This shameless pair was actually going to do that disgusting thing in a pool filled with Mom's ashes. Did they really not fear any consequences at all? Just then, my phone received a message from the jewelry store manager. [Mr. Bourdain, the diamond ring you ordered has arrived. Do you need me to deliver it now?] [Not yet,] I replied decisively.

I try to push myself up. My arms shake. They won't cooperate. My vision blurs. I stare toward the door. I need to call someone. Damien. Cassian. Anyone. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Then the door opens. My blood runs cold. The same servant stands there. She quietly closes the door behind her. She doesn't look surprised to see me on the floor. She walks toward me. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly. I try to move backward.

“What was that?” “Ambrosia- just don't tell anyone I fed it to a mortal.. An incapacitated servant is as good as none at all.” “I'm not your servant, freak.”

Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly. “Yes, I’m contracted as a servant,” she says a little more loudly. The words are meant to be a defense, but the kid just put a target on both our backs and I groan inwardly. Servants are different than donors. Both require contracts, but only one guarantees a lifetime commitment. Only what we call potentials can be servants. Humans with the capability of changing. Takes a special gene or set of circumstances, and they are for all intents and purposes human. Even so, the fact that she can be turned and not go batshit or die from the transition

Damon carries his darkness like a crown. He wants to break us, and I have a feeling he is already halfway with Dante. “Serve her,” Damon added, I watched as Dante kneeled toward me and handed me a plate of food, my eyes peering with tears when I pushed it all back. I can’t cry for him, I can’t fight for him, it would not end well for him. “I think you will make a great servant in a couple of weeks.” Damon smiled as he ate, how could he eat so comfortably?

he starts, offering his hand to the cautiously approaching young woman, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Ah, you as well,” she says, gingerly shaking his hand. She glances back at me over her shoulder and I force a smile in response, it disappears as quickly as her attention. “So,” Davon retracts his hand, using it in tangent with the other to lift himself onto the desk. He crosses his ankles and asks, “What can I help you with?” “Well, to start,” she pauses, “How do you know my name? Is it a trick of some kind? Or maybe you purposely had that flier delivered to me? Though I don’t know how you could, it wasn’t a pigeon.”

Daniel nodded lightly. Damontry just stands there in astonishment not understanding why they were waiting for this idiot, she is now definitely in trouble, is it possible that Danny brought her here to kill her! That's what her foolish mind was preoccupied with, she didn't notice Danielle calling her name for a short time. Daniel snapped his fingers at her face , "Hey Damontry, where are you?" " what ? ". "I talked with Mr. Smith on here hired and he agreed since we need more server, has become one of the royal servants from now on your room and Sedlk them coworker de or ".

Daniella darted down the corridor, casting a quick glance around before slipping into the male servants’ wing. It was lunch break. A few servants lingered in the hallway, chatting idly and throwing her flirtatious glances as she passed. She kept walking, eyes scanning until she spotted a familiar face – one of Willy’s close companions. Slowing her pace, she approached him. The servant greeted her with a grin and a gleam of something crude in his eyes. “Hey, Dany. Looking good today.” As he spoke, his hand slid brazenly onto her waist.