Every Danganronpa Character Novels & Stories

I suffered from severe skin hunger syndrome. Every waking moment, I wanted to cling to Charles Hansen. At night, I craved his touch even more obsessively. In Oakhaven's social circle, everyone knew me as the clingy, brainless rich wife. When I once again insisted on tagging along on Charles's business trip, a series of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [The cannon-fodder wife is at it again. She just has to follow him and ruin this client meeting too. The moment the male lead comes back, he finally files for divorce.] [She's unloved by both parents, emotionally unstable, and suffers from skin hunger syndrome. In the end, she develops depression and dies alone beneath a bridge.] [Good thing our heroine saves the deal and helps the male lead secure the client. This is also when he starts falling for her.] [I can't wait for the romance arc! Cold CEO x secretary is such a perfect pairing. Can this annoying side character disappear already?] I slowly looked toward Daisy Allen, the secretary waiting by the door to leave on the trip with Charles. Then, for the first time, my arms loosened from around him.

The night was stormy and the sky was without stars as the cloud weeps heavily, the rain poured down in endless torrents as the rogues tore through the pack killing every living and moving thing they could find, lightning flashes across the sky and the thunder roars louder than ever. I stood in the midst of all the destruction too shocked to move a limb, a dirty looking brown rogue noticed me and darted in my direction but my mom's white wolf ran into his side causing him to fall to the ground before digging her teeth into his neck and then proceeded to shake her head until the brown Wolf's neck snap with a sickening pop, she let go and was making her way to me when a rogue jumped on her back and tore a huge chunk of flesh of her neck she yelped in pain and fell to the ground before shifting back into her human form as her body became too weak to keep her in wolf form. The wolf took another at her draining her of all life while I stood rooted to a spot with tears out of my eyes. A painful howl sounded not too far away and my eyes darted to the black wolf it came from, my father's wolf Whimpered at the loss of his soul mate. The rogue leader took the chance and lunged at his throat killing him. And so in one night my parents to a pack of rogues and it's all because I was too weak to do anything to save them.

A small-town mayor. A stranger with a sketchy past.Two weeks before Christmas, Katie is kicked out of her apartment. Again. Rather than wander the streets and continue to work for a dirty cop, she escapes, determined to disappear for good. Until her car breaks down in a small New Mexican town, and everything is threatened when she falls for the charming mayor.Sam Freedman is the first bachelor mayor of Amor. After convincing the locals that having a mayor without family responsibilities means he can dedicate all of his time to the community, they watch his every move. Then Katie Andersen shows up. Against Sam’s better judgement, he hires her to replace his former event coordinator. Now he can barely think straight, let alone run a town. In the midst of half-truths and outright lies, Katie and Sam desperately search for the place where honesty and trust lead to love. But they have to find it before the past catches up with them.

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

"I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" ******** Twenty years ago, Morgana was an eight year old girl who idolized her loving parents – a highly intelligent father and a strikingly beautiful mother. But a drunken car crash shattered her world, claiming her mother's life and silencing her father's pleas for justice. The culprit: Genevieve, the privileged daughter of Montenegro's newly appointed governor, untouched by the law. Embittered by this terrible experience, she vows revenge on the super-rich people who orchestrated the tragedy. By placing herself as a seductress at the center of a billion dollars divorce lawsuit of a woman trapped in a loveless marriage, she vows to bring her enemies to their knees and in the most painful way possible. Can revenge bring her the satisfaction she craves – or will it end up ultimately consuming her?

Neel, the spoiled brat…used to get nightmares every night of the same girl who abuses him in his dreams. He was frustrated, exhausted and was determined to find the woman who tortured his dream because somewhere he knew, he must have met her somewhere; she definitely existed in the world. And when innocent, nave and childish Anna met her Prince Charming, who is none other than Neel, He decided to marry her to take revenge from her for those nightmares.

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."

"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.

Alizah Iris, a jolly-natured girl, just as her name suggests. She has always been enlivened and filled with bright colors. Her ambitions were as simple, to give her father a good life who was indebted in the weightage of huge loans. But one could not blame his father for it, every money he owed to people was well invested by him in Alizah's education. She was one determined girl but her academics were as poor as her financial status. When every teenager of her age was having a perfect teenage life with dates, parties, and high school, she was busy living a dual life when she enters 'Avalon High School'. She had a part-time job to attend and so tells the reason for her poor academic, she could barely give time to studying after dealing with 2-3 jobs per day. Avalon High wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the elite class students who belonged to rich families. Well, Alizah was given admission under scholarship by her god guardians, Mr. and Mrs. Bradford, who owned a well-known company in London. They were one of the creditors of Alizah's father. They were kind people who believed in charity. Everything goes fine, but could the silence before the storm ever be called peaceful? Like that, not everything that was coming Alizah's way was for her good. He was a hipster and a badass guy. Ronan Morris, the richest heir in Avalon High. He was like a rock who could not be melted no matter what. The stars crossed and so did their paths. He was a psychopath who only knew to play mind games and when he realized Alizah was easy to be targeted, that day Alizah's fate was cursed because no one wants to be the target of Ronan Morris.

My husband had a bizarre obsession with role-playing. In every scenario he invented, I was always the devoted wife he eventually cast aside. One day, he became the ruthless CEO who fell for the nanny; the next, he turned into a respected professor who could not resist his students. Each time he handed me a divorce agreement, watched me sign it through tears, and then tore the papers to shreds the following morning with a satisfied grin. "It's just a game, babe." That changed when my mom was in a catastrophic car accident and needed 200,000 dollars for emergency surgery. Deep in character as a penniless failure, he said, "I'm flat broke. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money for your mom?" I watched my mother take her last breath because we couldn't pay the bill. On the day of her funeral, he arrived with a pretty college student on his arm. "I've fallen in love with one of my students. It's time we get divorced." He pulled a folder from his briefcase and handed me the agreement. This time, I didn't wait for him to rip it up.