Imposter Danganronpa Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”

His eyes were cold and didn't show any emotion. I left the room with a blank mind and confused by his actions. 'He's handsome, but arrogant. He doesn't even give his wife time. If I get married? I'll make sure that my husband won't be like him.' *** A few weeks later, everything went well. As time went on, I felt like I was forgetting who I was or who Lara was. I was slowly starting to feel like I was becoming Claire. Light started to fill the surroundings, and morning arrived. I slowly opened my eyes when the rays of light hit me. I slowly got up, looked around, and felt empty. I'm still here. Another day of pretentiousness. Being an impostor is not easy.

I stare at him as the words roll off my mouth in a shaky breath. “You are an impostor.” AUTHOR'S POV The soft wind of the lush field did nothing to calm Ariana’s mind, she thought getting away from Djune will be one step towards victory and that soon, Brad will help her get her son back, she never anticipated Djune would send Jasmine to keep her in check. How many others are there that she isn't aware of? She saw the look in Jasmine's eyes when she talked about the Alpha, she recognised that look. He has her wrapped around his calloused fingers.

So much for not wanting to meet in an awkward situation next time! I faked a light smile, pretending i almost did not recognize him "Damien?" He looked back up at my face and took a step closer "why do you have a...." he trailed off, analyzing my hands. It was fabric, torn fabric that Mr Lee had just wrapped around my wrists which was why it was much harder to loosen. "that on your hands?" I looked down at my wrists and scoffed "It's a stupid game i'm playing. Friends you know... they can make you do a lot of crazy stuff."

“What’s the problem?” “Nothing,” I lie, already rubbing a hand down my face. “Go back in.” But she’s not buying it. Of course, she’s not. “It’s not nothing, Damon. Tell me. And I heard you mention the man from yesterday?” she pushes, inching closer. I clench my jaw. Might as well tell her. She’s not stupid. “He was an impostor,” I say flatly. Her hand flies to her mouth. “What?” she chokes out.

Aurora thought, giving the woman a fake smile. “Mr. Andrews, the suite is ready for you and your wife,” the impeccably dressed manager informed them, maintaining a neutral and professional expression. “Of course!” Andrews smiled, extending his hand to Aurora, who took it, understanding they were pretending to be fine as they headed toward the elevator. She kept staring at Andrews’s back, thinking about how much he cared about appearances and how people perceived him. Maybe it was his way of avoiding scandals, but to her, it only made him seem more fake and superficial.

That’s the last sentence I would have expected to come out of her mouth. I entered the first period class and Eirny wasn’t here yet to claim her seat before me. But Dane was sitting right next to the seat. “Have a seat, we need to have a few words about this condition Eirnys mom made.” He demands, patting the seat by the window. “Sure, what’s up?” I asked. “Just because you will be there to supervise us, doesn’t mean for you to cock block me, I will fuck her one of these days. And when I do, it will be amazing for my buddys to hear.” He said. “Do you understand?” His voice was deep and demanding, but not enough to scare me. “Trust me. With me being around, you will not take advantage of her.

I go back to scrubbing, nodding to myself. "Exactly. He's a psychopath. He's playing mind games. I bet he just wants to see how long it takes for me to spontaneously combust." "Are you talking to the sponges again?" I flinch so hard I drop the rag. I spin around. Alice is standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, looking at me like I belong in a straitjacket. Sophia and Eva are peeking out from behind her, holding a stack of dinner plates, their eyes wide with concern.

I know it seemed like a long shot but hope was all I had at this moment. Looking back at Fredrick, I saw him focusing hard on the man in front of him. I knew he could feel that I was on to something- he had a way of reading me even if a million other things were happening all around him. Looking at him made me determined, we would survive this. I counted to three before I started the only plan I could come up with under this much pressure: I went around and pushed the imposter straight into Fredrick before running at full speed to the rock.