Imposter Danganronpa Novels & Stories

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

"The information on ground, states that your father is the supposed imposter." Jordan froze in shock. "No! That's absolutely unbelievable!." Immediately, Tessa held Jordan's hands. "We have to unveil this mystery together." Jordan nodded with a look of determination on her face. Immediately the investigations began, Tessa realized that the imposter mightn't be the accused. Suddenly, Damon appeared out of nowhere. "Tessa, I just made a new finding," Damon said, his voice low. "Mario plans to hold an evil ritual tonight. We have to stop him."

“John Doe. No family. No name. No legacy.” The tarp was pulled back over his broken body. I walked back to the SUV. Pulled out my phone. Dialed Kelly’s number. It rang once. Then twice. He didn’t answer. I stared out the window as the engine hummed back to life. The game wasn’t over. But one piece had been removed permanently. Raymond — the imposter, the traitor, the fool — was gone. And now, the final move was mine. The wind outside howled like it knew what was coming.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Yet, her gaze was ice-cold. I initially thought she was behaving that way because my face had been cut open by the rocks and covered in blood, hiding what I really looked like. Panic surged through me as I hurriedly wiped my face with my hands and desperately explained, "Mom, it's me, Logan! I'm your son—" Before I could finish, Lucia suddenly grabbed a rock from the ground and smashed it into my forehead. "Mrs. Fraser is already here, and you still dare pretend to be some rich heir? Logan, just because your last name is Fraser doesn't mean nobody will expose you!"

Dorian, of course, caught on fairly quickly and scoffed, shooting Liam and Spencer dirty looks as he retorted, "Don't be silly, Mr. Abbott! There are so many people in Biskeland that it would be as easy as ABC to find two people who look alike! Otherwise, how would stunt doubles come about?" Dorian then turned to Spencer with a malicious glint in his eyes and snarled, "Sir, I do not care that we look alike, but even then, it does not give you the right to impersonate me and benefit off such an atrocious crime! The worst part is you have no shame about doing it in front of me! This is unacceptable! Apologize to me right this instant, or else I will call the police and sue you for fraud!" Dori

It was a total of seven marks. Naturally, this was Charles' actual result. When Wendy saw my score, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then, she said in an even more righteous manner, "See? You only scored seven marks! How could you possibly get admitted into Yarvyn College? Besides, we can tell at first glance that your admission letter is forged! "From the way I see it, Charlie's score is far too weird! Maybe there's something wrong with the system!" But no matter how hard the Jackmans and the McKinnons tried to turn the tables in their favor, the camera filming the live stream was still fixed on my admission letter.

Tina added. Although her tone was sweet and gentle, the sheer malice in Tina's words sent a cold dread through me. She was clearly suggesting that going back to the countryside would be an experience more dreadful than death itself. I painstakingly gathered the scraps of paper in my hand, then looked directly at Tina and reached for her. Tina tried her usual trick of falling backward, but I was ready this time. I endured the searing pain in my arm, held her firm, and pointed toward Hiccup. "The way those papers are torn isn't something a dog could possibly do, Tina. You can drop the act now, since no one's here."