Novel & Cerita Killer Killer Danganronpa

"Your maths teacher.... he was one of us and you killed him. So, we decided to kill you. But, we changed our mind and decided to make you our weapon. Within the past couple of years you spent in the mad house, we have been grooming you for the moment when you would be turned. We planned everything right up till this moment" Angry tears fills my eyes and Dale grips my hair and tugs my head backwards. "What do you want from me?" I demand through gritted teeth. "We have a mission for you and it is to get rid of Danika Simmons" the female states and I freeze. "What?" "Her father has been working with our long time enemy. That's all you need to know" I let out a strangled gasp when I'm suddenly i

" I was speechless. Who are you Katerina? I asked myself, repeating the same question someone asked me sometime ago. Was I still hallucinating or was I dead and in the spirit world already? This was all too much for me to comprehend. I could only make sure not to forget one thing, even if I forget everything else. And that's the name of the bastard that actually killed my parents, even if he had sent killers to do it on his behalf. Damien. Damien of the Full Moon pack. Oh, how dearly I will make him pay... "Moreover, it wasn't your time to die, it just wasn't your time my dear."

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

I don’t look over my shoulder and just keep looking at the dessert, knowing somehow he wouldn’t want me to see him like this. After a couple of harsh breaths, Killer continues with a cold voice, probably trying to detach himself from the memories as much as possible. “Ten fucking man for just one woman who couldn’t even defend herself. My mom was a small woman, same height as you. She made up for it with her character but that obviously wouldn’t work on them. They tortured her for hours, raped her and dismembered her body. In our own fucking house, leaving her body parts scattered around the house like a scavenger-hunt for my dad to find. I never left my room and they somehow never looked fo

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

The small living room had accommodated everyone in the family. The old granny sat on her favourite maroon covered chair as she swallowed miraa in her toothless mouth. Tina had just received a call from a media company in the city. Everyone was happy for her, father and mother couldn't hide their joy. Mother jumped all over as if she had won the most recent Olympic.

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

"But look at the pronouns, 'he came to see me,' 'he won't listen.' Our killer is male." "That indeed lets half our suspects off the hook." Kieran pulled out his phone again, photographing the journal pages. "But it also means someone close to me, someone I trust, has been planning this for years." "Someone who believes in the Old Ways strongly enough to kill for them," I added. "Who sees rejection as an event that needs to be completed, validated through ritual." A cold realization washed over me. "Kieran, the purification ceremony, what's at the end? Past the seven deaths?"

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."