Sakura Danganronpa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

*** At dusk, Sakura Miyamoto arrived at the island villa. Sakura showed a horrible expression while staring at a silver mirror not too far away from her. The mirror was filled with cracks. This meant that the plan against Peyton had utterly failed. “Investigate the situation at once! “Who was the one that ruined the plan this time?! “And get me Griffin Young! I want to know everything that happened!” Sakura broke an exquisite piece of furniture as she panted heavily. According to the plan, the Islanders would be able to use Peyton and control a part of Dragon Cell to do their biddings.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter. Irritated, Sakura flipped her long hair dramatically in an attempt to regain his attention. The motion whipped across Tarzan’s face, hitting him in the eye. “What the—?” he groaned, eyes snapping open. Lena finally looked over. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful, plump Asian girl in the mini skirt leaning toward Tarzan. “I’m so sorry!” Sakura said with fake sweetness. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my hair.” Lena’s stomach twisted as Sakura reached out to touch his face. Before she could, Tarzan’s hand shot up instinctively, slapping her fingers away.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

When he moved back, Sakura said, “Thanks to Haru and Aki over there.” The man turned his attention to me. With a smile on his face, he said, “Thanks for finding Toby. Sakura was losing her mind over the dog since he was gone for over half a day.” He chuckled. Sakura frowned at him. “Of course I’d get worried if Toby isn’t back before too long.” To me, she asked, “Wouldn’t you be, too?” I nodded. “Yeah, I’d freak out.” “By the way, this is Darcy. He’s one of my boyfriends.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.