Annie Mikasa Novels & Stories

She laughed, "I heard Jensen brought a girl back home. From the looks of it, you're nothing special." The lady's laugh was charming. Kisa felt a little insecure upon seeing it. She looked down and thought, 'Who else could compare to her beauty?' "Hi, my name is Mia Fallon." Mia stretched out her hand. Her fingers were clean and slender. Although it was painted bright red, it did not seem scary at all. Kisa smiled and shook her hand, "I'm Kisa Becker." When Mia heard Kisa's name, she suddenly recalled something, and her eyes darkened.

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake. Alexis lose her footing, her leg gave way under her, she fell down just like a log of wood, all her training as a martial artist expert does not prepared her for this frustration, all her mental strength could not even withstand the pressure she was under right now, she lost all her cool and she burst to a huge cries.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

She finally breathed out, "Yes, sir." I smirked at her obvious discomfort and arousal as I casually asked, "If you were going to dress sexy to turn me on, how would you dress?" Miko sighed as she looked down to think and then back into my eyes as she said, "I'd dress in a catholic schoolgirl outfit with glasses and pretty white cotton panties. I would be interviewing you for a school research paper on early Japanese immigration to the United States. I would be disgusted, insulted, and turned in by the way you described the immigrants as yellow people willing to do anything to get ahead in the US. I would squirm in my seat. And I doubt I could keep the wet spot in my panties secret from you a

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I hold myself together before my knees give out completely. Mike steps back, his gray eyes sweeps over me. "And who might this gorgeous woman be? Your Luna?" Cassius clears his throat. Is he blushing? I'm blushing. Mike’s gaze is rolling over my body, taking in the smooth fit of my dress, my curves. He particularly stayed on my cleavage. "My name is Nicki," I say. "Oh, Nicki . . ." Mike starts. "Mike, meet Nicki Barnes," Cassius supplies. "She’s a brilliant software engineer, the best you’ll ever meet."

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Eve turns to Adam, not understanding the cold welcome she has been receiving from the moment she enters Dzhimara but the joy in his face, talking to his family about her made her pause and turns back to greet them. Despite the uncomfortable vibe the lady was giving, Eve can’t help but see how beautiful she was. She had curly blonde colour hair but her eyes were so dark, almost black against her fair skin that it made her beauty popped out more. She wore a green dress that was all too flowery and glittery like she was heading to a ball. Suddenly, she had a wide smile on her face and offered her hand. “Delighted to see you, miss Eve, daughter of Aidan The great, children of the goddess Khione