Dice Danganronpa Novels & Stories

I pulled the first sets of dice for the first round from my pocket. "The dice for the slaves on round one are for the slave to lick, kiss, suck, massage, rub or touch one of the following body part; lips, chest, genitals, back, thighs or neck. The third dice just sets the time for from one to six minutes. In this level, it's possible for the slave to lick or suck your genitals or breasts, but it depends on what is thrown. The dice for the clients says to lick, kiss, suck, nibble, squeeze, or touch; the ears, lips, penis or vagina, nipples, ass or boobs, or thighs. If a client rolls this dice at Ron's station, you could be sucking his cock," Ron's cock twitched when I said this, "and if at Ro

“Okay, guys, we’re doing singles because Jericho here just had to kill Steph.” “What the hell, man,” I said as Charlotte shook her head. “She knows?” Nataly asked. “She is right here and yes, she knows everything,” Charlotte said and looked at Nataly. Nataly broke eye contact first and I hid my smile. “No face shots, if you get hit, you’re out. Leave the maze with your hands in the air,” Jack said and Joshua smiled as he looked at me. We walked around the outer building to where Jack had a maze set up. It wasn’t an overly big maze but it was intricate enough to make the game fun.

Black makes an indiscreet adjustment of his body position so he is also facing Aidan and his bodyguards. The green monster makes the first move lunging for Blue and they go rolling down the road a blurring mass of claws and teeth. The yellow one takes a step toward Black, but the orange one doesn’t even get a chance to move before one of Ash’s throwing knives is buried in his chest. I hear Aidan’s roar of furry as he launches himself at me from over the top of the red one. I bring my sword up just in time as his sword collides with mine. As the battle rages, I notice that the yellow that had decided to fight with Black was now on the ground with an arrow in his head and the green one had bee

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

The appearance of this object made everyone even more curious. “This game is called 'Dare, Drink or Dance,' and I am the creator of the game,” Karl proudly announced while continuing to smile at everyone. “The rules are very simple. This ball in my hand is actually a special ball and is called 'The Ghost Ball.' I will be the first person to hold this ball, but then I will pass it to the person next to me before the person next to me continues to hand the ball to the person next to them. The ball will continue to move from one hand to another until the ghost appears, and the person chosen by the ghost must choose between ‘Dare, Drink, or Dance.’ Can everyone understand the rules?”

"How about if the dare is something you absolutely doesn't want to do, you take a shot of something of the card readers choice?" "Perfect!" I clap my hands together and pick up the dice. "Let's play!"

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

Eye played with the Zippo lighter in his hand and replied, “Whenever you are ready.” Jermaine began to open the dice cup. However, at this very moment, the sound of a click suddenly came from Mr. Eye’s lighter. It was the same as before when Dhruv was about to open the dice cup. When this click sounded, Jermaine’s heart suddenly thumped ferociously. For a moment, his finger tapped uncontrollably on the top of the dice cup. For God of Gambling like Jermaine, a random knock on the dice cup could instantly change the number of points inside the cup. Earlier, Dhruv also changed the way he rolled the dice because of this moment of panic.

No spark, no feedback. “Keep going,” Rion says, and I move through the table: a heavy obsidian knife, a hooked sickle, a baton with oddly shaped weights fitted at each end, a slingshot with a carved bone handle. I heft each one, feeling for something—heat, cold, pressure, a tingle at the base of my skull. Nothing. Dorian passes me a dagger, the hilt banded in copper. “My best guess, based on your fighting style and size. But I could be wrong.”