Danganropa Novels & Stories

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

Every step was coated with regrets, the burns were intensifying. He stepped into a street and was greeted with a loud sound, a band was playing on stage, it was a young girl's birthday, and the place was filled with lots of kids dressed in all kinds of costumes, almost an Halloween party. He rushed a little more, the bank was around the corner, he could smell roasted meat and vanilla, that should be the ice cream, he could pick the smell of groundnut. That one was odd, he had two hands in his pocket. He suddenly remembered that he had a dagger, those weren't allowed in the bank.

Maybe I'd check them out later. "I've heard of them. How many of their songs do you have?" "I have a lot of them", she said then put her phone on the table. I smirked. "Let's see how much of a fan you are. List the songs you have by them." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Attack on Bangtan, blood sweat and tears, dope, lights, no dream, NO, DNA, ON, fake love, ma city, not today, my time, tear, timeless, run, save me, seesaw, fire. That's about all. Oh yeah, there's also their latest, 'dynamite'. It's cool."

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

she murmured which she thought he did not hear. “By the way, my name is Rohan. What is yours?” he asked while extending his hand towards her to shake. “Dharna”. She shook hands with him. then she took the purse which was at the side table near the bed and spoke. “I would like to go now”. Rohan nodded and put his hand in his sweatpants pocket and took out a cheque. “This is for you as compensation from my boss. It is a blank cheque and you can add whatever amount you want”. Dharna took the cheque from his hand and looked at it. It was a really blank cheque. She looked at Rohan with wide eyes and asked.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Daniel said sarcastically, his shoulders slumping. "Why wouldn't he sell the house once we figured out where he lived?" Priya walked over to the sign and pulled out a notebook before jotting down the name and number of the realtor. "Looking at buying the house?" A voice yelled. Daniel looked over and saw the old woman watching them from where she stood as she watered her rose bushes. "Um." Daniel stuttered, "yeah, we are." Priya looked at him incredulously as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Julia said while laughing. "Of course, I listen. What do you think of me?" He scoffed. "We also need to prepare a good packaging to attract customers, and maybe we can have a free taste to our classmates maybe they'll like it and would want to order," I suggest. "Very good!" Julia laughed. I can see how excited she is. "The name? Any idea? "Austin asked, looking at us. "Our name,” Julia said, smiling at herself. “Cara plus Julia is equal to Caia" Her eyes are smiling with excitement.