Imposter Danganronpa Novels & Stories

"Jayden, I think there is an imposter with me who has your face." "What? Where are you?" "I am in our room." "I will be there in a minute." "Love, is there a problem?" I asked with a fake smile. "Nothing. I am good. Won't you give me a hug?" The imposter said and spread his arms. "Of course, my love," I smiled and walked to the imposter. Immediately, Raven activated the powers in me. The moment I got close to the imposter, I slammed my hand against his chest. He was brave enough to try stabbing me, but when my hand touched his chest, the impact slammed him against the wall and his hand went still in the air.

I froze at the birthmark on her chest. My breath hitched, and my legs felt jelly. There was only one person who had that birthmark. I turned, pulling out my phone. I was right. I was right all along. It was her. Adeline was the impostor! “Rade? I think I know who the impostor is,” I said, my grip on the phone tightening. “I’m sure of it too. I’m outside the mansion with all the evidence, Can you come out?” “Of course—”

Either way, I was glad I hadn't gotten the imposters libation not just because of its taste but because I had discovered loopholes in this game. Firstly, any imposter was at disadvantage and only possessed a slim chance of not being found out by other cat-eyed contestants. It was almost impossible to gain the point if no one had suspected the individual as an imposter. The next loophole was that any lagging person could copy another who seemed to always get it right which is why I would be giving my best guess last to prevent this occurrence. "Oh, fuck." Effie barfed into the nearest bucked. "Ugh!" Hae Jin did the same.

She put her fork down and nibbled the meat she ate before answering, "He doesn't know. I need to fake my death so the hybrids won't come for you. You're one of the purest bred. I am a craftsman, your father's like a nurse. I survived using a dummy. Few believed my death of pneumonia, I seek refuge in the 90's where technology was booming" "Why do hybrids hunt us?" "Blood. Most of them have thirty percent Immortal's blood. If their body accepted the blood, they'll be like Whitney. But its been thousands of years. This is the first time that we encounter the Main Alpha and the Omega" "Main Alpha and Omega?" I asked her. I became interested. I noticed father staring at me. I bowed my head, he

The imposter might look exactly like her but their voices couldn’t possibly be the same. “Of course I’m the real one! I’m just as confused as you are!” Angelina insisted. “You said you liked my voice at a pageant before. Isn’t it the same as in your memories?” This seemed to calm him slightly. He started talking to himself, holding some sort of debate about whether or not she was telling the truth. Watching it was unsettling, to say the least, and her heart pounded frantically. Was this what would finally cause her to die? An imposter looking exactly like her that she had absolutely nothing to do with?

Damien retorted coldly. “That’s an answer that I believe can't be gotten and I believe we all know why,” Dante said to them. Their shouts were making everyone on the Bethermore wonder what was going on between the four of them, especially Vixen who had seen an angry Dante going into the office. Dante inhaled deeply and exhaled because he understood very well that they were all not going to get somewhere if everyone was angry. Then he asked gently now, “Can you just make me understand exactly what you mean when you say she is an imposter?”

DANTE'S POV: “Wait!....I object to this wedding”. I said as I entered the venue where Tracy was about to get married to an imposter. “What's going on here?”. Tracy asked in confusion. “Here is the real Jacob. The one with you is an imposter”. I said with my index finger pointing towards the fake Jacob. “That's a lie, how can you call me an imposter just like that?”. The fake Jacob asked. “Because you are an imposter”. I replied.

At this moment, Daniella knew she was in trouble. She had to do anything possible to make Desmond stand by her. "Are you believing this actress?" Daniella asked Desmond. "Anabel must have hired her to pretend to be Zacklid's group assistant manager. You don't have to panic. They are not real." "Are you saying that she's an imposter?" Desmond asked. "Yes. She must be an imposter." "How dare you call me an imposter?" Miss Margaret asked.

But the moment I turned, a sharp slap landed across my face without warning. "What are you supposed to be?" he barked. "Daring to cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party!" I frowned, studying the man in front of me. It was my father, Gregory Thompson. And yet, he looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He stepped protectively in front of Camellia, his expression impatient. "Holding a fake authority token, and you dare come here to show off?" With that, he sealed my identity as an impostor.

"As for you, maybe you should consider pissing off back to your kennel and stop embarrassing the rest of the family!" In my last life, I had been wary of Justin's wrath, so I kept giving in to Selena's demands. But now, I'd been given a second chance at life. The night after the banquet was a continuation of the celebration. When I saw Selena still trying to stop me at the entrance to the hall, I raised my leg and kicked her to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are to be getting in my way?" I say. I then shot a glance at Enid Murphy, the maid next to us. I said, "What are you still doing, standing there like an idiot? Take this imposter and throw her out!"