Attack Titan Jean Novels & Stories

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

The next moment, the curtains were opened to either side with an elegant beauty walking inside. She had a tall physique like a model. Although there was light makeup on her face, it couldn’t cover her god-like beauty. This woman has the beauty of an enchantress. Any man would be spellbound just by looking at her. But a pervert like Grey didn’t dare to look at this woman at all. In fact, he stood up immediately when she entered. He lowered his head while holding in his pain before saying, “Greetings, my young sister.” The woman was named Hannah Jean and was this generation’s decision-maker of the Jean family of Mordu.

attitude are clearly enjoying my downfall. Then, Santino steps in behind her. The air in the room changes the moment he enters. It becomes charged, electric, and thick with a tension that makes my skin tingle. He is dressed in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. The thin fabric of the shirt hugs his muscular biceps and chest. The jeans hang low on his waist, held up by a leather belt. He looks more like a dangerous street fighter than a billionaire, and it is terrifyingly attractive.

Her hair perfectly curled and fall beautifully. My breath got hitch when I realized that it’s Jean. My body burned in anger in a split seconds. Men around her were checking her with their eyes full of lust. Her dress was long but it has a high slit on her left leg. There’s triangle cut on her waist and low cut on her chest revealing her smooth skin making men roaming at her. The worst thing was that she was laughing with my friends who were completely undressing her right now. I walked to her ready to kill every men who looked at her. How can she be this nice to people when she’s cold to me like a North Pole?