Sakura Danganronpa Novels & Stories

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

It had a pleasant tone to it, I thought as I pulled a seat out for Carla. We were going to the unique Japanese-styled restaurant, Little Subway. A little train carried packed sushi in tiny boats on a small conveyor belt. Carla hid her fangs deeply as she tucked into a bean curd-wrapped delight. It was concerning if she, as a vampire, could digest human food with no repercussions. But Lara and I had dined a few times with no issues, and she, as Lara’s ‘descendant’ should resist any negative effects. “Wait, they are here.”

Sakura Darcy turned to look at the alarm clock. It said 5:05 a.m. He sighed and turned his attention to the wall across from his bed. He gazed at the full-size poster of Snow White and the Seven Knights he’d designed two years ago. Back then, he hadn’t a clue as to why he’d conjured up that beautiful character of Snow White. He’d always thought the idea of having an interactive game similar to Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs would be a new and exciting project and had presented it to Hayden with enthusiasm and energy. It hadn’t been until much later, when he’d met Sakura again that he realized that was never the case. Snow White had been ingrained in his mind long ago, since he’d first met s

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"You asked for it..." Diana was nervous and excited. This was something she'd wanted to do in her previous life but hadn't dared to. Eyes burning red, Diana nodded vigorously, her small hands uneasily taking the initiative to tug at Alan's robe. "...." The urgency... It was like, she couldn't wait for Alan. Whatever tricks she was playing, Alan just wanted to make her cry at that moment. "Alan..." the bite on her neck made Diana's eyes red with pain. Is he a dog?

The silver light in Sora’s eyes flickered, dancing between a blinding glare and a dull, dying ash. Sora looked at the terminal. He saw the blinking cursor of the override sequence. He saw his own reflection in the obsidian desk—a distorted, terrifying entity that no longer fit into the frames on the walls. He realized that Dante was waiting for the kill to validate twenty years of cruelty. Dante wanted a dramatic ending. He wanted a legacy signed in blood. "No," Sora said. His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that seemed to suck the air out of the room. He retracted his claws. The silver light in his eyes didn't fade; it sharpened into something focused and cold.

Eventually he turns to you, reaching over to pull aside a hair that has stuck to your forehead. “So, uh, Dante…” I begins awkwardly. “I, uh, I guess we’d better work out some kind of repayment plan.”

A random guy asked me, as if I worked in this shit hole. He was holding up two different flowers too close to my face, and his breath smelt sour. "You can go fuck off! And shove them up your ass." I hissed. The look on his face was priceless as he dropped them and left. I turned back to watch Isabella, who was looking at her face in a handheld mirror. 'Is that a cold sore?' 'Even nastier than I thought.' She stood there looking like a wannabe Barbie, dressed from head to toe in hot pink, with a face full of makeup, and her hair up in a very tight ponytail.

And to be done with this ceremony. The picking went on, Mika was second to pull from the sack and picked out the number twelve. Nila drew one, and she would fight in the first match. Boro was paired with Jun, a swordsman of middling skill. On and on like this the drawing went till finally Fur went, there was only one open slot left for him and Boro's heart dropped when he realized that it was not Mika who would face him but Nila. To her credit, she gave no outward sign that she was afraid or nervous to face him.

This is the first day for Sazkia to be at a boarding house after arriving from Jakarta. The atmosphere in the morning was very busy because the Flamboyan boarding school occupants were active in the kitchen. They prepare food for breakfast together. Sazkia who felt very tired could only sit among the friends who were weeding the kale to stir-fry.