Attack Titan Jean Novels & Stories

she asked slowly, her voice and face filled with a calm hate. Matt had skin the color of garlic, a hunky figure of a rugby player that he was and a face that fit the stereotype of a ‘handsome boy’. He looked exposed. He released his grip on the girl’s hand he was holding beside him. She sized her up. Her French curls, black gown, and pretty face made her look like competition. Jean felt insecure. “Who’s this?” she pointed at her with irritation on her face, like she was about to gag, to vomit.

Rick said sternly. Surprise registered on her face. "What?" "I said, come here," Rick repeated. Slowly Jean crossed the room and stopped next to his right side. Her eyes flicked from his face to his weaving wand standing from his crotch. Jean's well formed breasts heaved as the speed of her breathing increased. She had a narrow waist and wide hips, with nice shaped legs. She wore a white tee shirt and a short denim skirt. "Come closer," Rick said. He had to say it the second time before she moved.

Jean: [Who is he? Jean: [Taylor, I swear, don't you dare forget the bro code! Bros before hoes!] Jean: [If you don't answer me now, I will frickin' show up at your door, honey! Don't make me do it!] I quickly replied: [It's Soren Kenway! Don't you recognize him?] Jean: [Kenway?! The one who commissioned suits and gowns from you?!] I blushed. Me: [Yes…]

Jean flies to the other side of the circle, landing on her butt. Her eyes narrow at River and she charges again, this time River catches the punch thrown towards her face. She squeezes her fist around Jean’s and doesn’t release her, until she cries out. River stands her ground and waits to see if she submits. Jean though tries to catch her off guard by throwing a foot out to topple her over.

on me. She took Lana back into her booth, and I looked at Raiden. “Who was Suzie talking about?” “Both of you!” Suzie yelled through the curtain. Raiden smirked and looked at my trunks, “so this one?” I nodded, “Sure. Now, can I get dressed in my normal clothes again?” “Yeah, whatever. I’m waiting here to make sure Suzie doesn’t bring out another bikini fit for a stripper.” “Shut up!” Suzie yelled and opened the curtain to reveal Atalanta in a bikini bottom that was a bit higher waisted.

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

I ask. "You so want to get laid tonight," she teasing, wiggling her eyebrows at my reflection; the red stilettos and lip stick making a clear statement. I just roll my eyes, giving her a wink. We laugh and walk out towards the kitchen. Dan changed into dark khaki pants that hug the muscles in his thighs, and a white V-neck t-shirt that clings to his torso. He has a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. I bite my bottom lip, heat rising to my face as his eyes instantly travel down my body, lingering on my bare legs.

Even my parting words to her had been a lie. There was only one encounter I couldn't wait for. "Abbie's fucking pissed," said Taylor as she let herself in via the door to the garage. She looked... normal. More normal than she usually did even in school. Jean shorts, a shirt striped in green and blue under an unzipped hoodie, tennis shoes. Her hair was damp. She must have showered. Her makeup was neither absent nor conspicuous. Her curves made even the drab outfit pop, but objectively, she was as casual as someone with that body could be.

Altansanai took a quick shower and dress up for the grocery shopping which Raymond tricked her to go.She wore a plain white t-shirt with the caption 'Badass bitch' inscribed in a blue print in front of it close to her breast area and a tight, plain ,black jean trouser to match.The shirt was lose-fitted ,hanging away from her body but not enough to hid her enormous breast and her feet coated with a black boot that create a low click at each step she took while her hair was packed in a single ponytail and was allowed to bounce around with each step she took couple with the unisex belt which held tight to the waist of the jean.Her front shirt stuck inside her pants showing the beautiful de