Armin And Mikasa Novels & Stories

His name is Armin Hosseini, who seemed to be eager to meet Damien already. Damien did a quick background check on Armin. It turned out the man was no common criminal. He was Harvard-educated and highly intelligent, which means Damien had to tread carefully around him. "Damien Sky, it's an honor," Armin Hosseini flashed him a pleasant grin. He was almost as tall as Damien with pitch-black hair and full-faced beard. His smile was deceivingly friendly. Who knows what kind of devil hid behind it, Damien thought.

“Yes, I’m here.” Mika walked towards them and bowed when she saw that he was with Amery. “I guess I should go, now. I had a good time with you, Arkin. See you again next time.” Amery waved them goodbye before she walked back to the hall. “What are you doing with Lady Flavian here in the dark?” Mika said with a hint of suspicion. “I was just talking with her.” He scratched his nape in embarrassment.

She kept her water in her mouth. Kalista raised her eyebrows dubiously at the new person. "Oh? And who are you, a cousin?" "Friend," Amara squelched out painfully after swallowing her water too quickly. She took a moment to feel her chest again. "I'm Mikael," he said definitively, smiling as he extended a hand to Kalista. Kalista looked over Mikael briefly before shaking his hand. "Kalista." Mikael, thank heavens he'd said his name, turned his attention to Amara. "When did you get here?"

I asked eagerly, unable to contain my curiosity. She shook her head, her vacant gaze fixed on the distance. After a long silence, she murmured another name, “Armin… Armin…” The moment she said it, her demeanor changed. Her eyes filled with sorrow, and she began to laugh and cry simultaneously, as though the name carried a heavy burden. The nurse later told me that Mikasa kept muttering Armin’s name long after I’d left her room. It was clear to me that whoever Armin was, they meant everything to Mikasa.

I asked. “It pays well.” Armin walked over to the figure in the chair. “I’ll let the two of you talk before the fun begins,” he said, and pulled the black bag off the man’s head. I saw a shock of pale blond hair. “Sebastian?!” He looked up blearily. “…Lily?” Then he saw who had unmasked him. “…Armin?!” Armin didn’t answer. He just walked out and shut the door behind him. “…what’s going on?” Sebastian asked, his speech slow and dazed.

Arman stepped out of his car, the wind ruffling his artificial blonde curls, "Aaaaah, Rosetta Verona." Rosetta brows went up, "So you're now buddies with him?" "Uhuh and who's the pretty friend?" "Get your eyes away from her." Rosetta snarled, "She's taken." Milena walked towards them nonchalantly. "My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna?

The boys received various books as well. Micah stood at the edge of the school near a cliff with a waterfall, dressed in white. His handsome features gave him an almost celestial appearance. Observing him, Nina realized he looked quite different from the Yaren people, both in skin tone and features. "Mr. Micah!" Arin called from a distance. Hearing her voice, Micah turned, smiling as they approached. "Since when did you two become so close?" Arin replied, "Nina and I are best friends now."

They did something bad to my mom! I looked at them one by one. Apollo is also a brunette like Azariah, but Aliona is not. It is white even though it is quite small. Not like Azariah. The twins are also not identical, so it is not obvious that they are siblings. “Hello, cousin. Welcome here to our Villa Floris! I hope you enjoy it,” said Azariah, who moved to my side and pulled out a chair. She sat down while facing me. Even though I was starting to feel irritated, I tried to calm myself down. “By the way, I’m Azariah. You are Rain, right?” She extended her right hand to shake my hand, but I just looked at it then turned my attention back to the plate.

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

This room is indeed a room that provides privacy, and Max was the one who liked it. However, Max's composure was disturbed when the voices of people talking loud and laughing were heard. It was then that the door swung open, and Max could see who was bothering him. It was Aramis Winter. "Oh, well. Look who we meet here." Aramis said without hesitation. At least four people accompanied him. Three people Max didn't know were probably Aramis' underlings, and one other person was Aeron. "I didn't expect to meet you, Sir Max—"