Eren Mikasa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, looking around. I looked down at Alessia and kissed her on the forehead. "I won't be long." She smiled at me before following Angie. I looked at Mason, and he started walking toward what I assumed was his office. "What do you have planned for Mikha and her parents?" "I know they are planning to get her, and once they do, she's as good as dead. I also have a suspicion that her father is the link to all of this as well." "I understand. I also got word that the Mikhas have two women in one of their dungeons, and I think one of them is my fiancée."

I replied. Mikasa clenched his jaw, " He was preparing her for the ceremony. He never touched her sexually but did everything else to fu*k with her mind. " I heard series of sobs coming from his mate and lifted my head to see her hugging herself. Something shifted in my heart at her condition and I remembered how I had felt after I escaped from sla**very years ago. "Hey, what's your name? " I asked. She crawled to the corner and hid her face with her hands. Mikasa didn't like me interacting with her but I didn't give a flying fu*k right now.

Mika said cockily, “Once I make enough money to live comfortably until I die, I’ll migrate to Ryokan. “If I can be blunt, I don’t like Arcadia. Every second I spend here is a struggle.” Mika was obsessed with Ryokan. Kaze looked at Mika with intrigue. It was quite ironic to see people who made their money in Arcadia dreaming of immigrating and harboring such animosity toward their motherland. Ryna asked, “That reminds me, Kaze. You beat the Ryokanian up at Bronze Sparrow, didn’t you? I know the owner of Bronze Sparrow has connections, but the guy is a guest to our country after all.” “What? He attacked a Ryokanian?”

says Ayame and gets interrupted in the middle by Makimi- “Stop palpitating!! I’m running as fast as I can… HECK! I’M CARRYING NATSUKO WHILE I’M AT IT!!!” and they continue to run through the halls. Ayame drifts while running and takes a turn. Following her Makimi takes a turn too. They stop for a second and take a peek in the hall. Slimy tentacles come at full speed for them and they start running again. “This is exactly why I hate people who make such fanfics…”

I prompted, leaning closer. “M…Mika…sa…” she finally managed to whisper after a great deal of effort. “Mikasa? It’s lovely to meet you, Mikasa. My name is Rose,” I replied, smiling warmly. Hearing her name gave me an immense sense of fulfillment. Helping a patient on their journey to recovery was one of the reasons I had chosen this path. Mikasa slowly turned to face me, nodding weakly. “Do you remember anything else? Your family? Friends? Do they live here in the Blue Lagoon pack?” I asked eagerly, unable to contain my curiosity.

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I’m shipping this hard! 【I came to peek too! After my sisters analyzed the situation, I’m completely shipping it! So sweet!】 【I thought I was the only one here spying, but I’m not even Mis’s fan, I’m Goselle’s. But if Wane and I are real… I can ship it!】 【Already fallen headfirst into the fandom! Everyone join our group, let’s start a CP supertopic!】 【Damn, Mia’s fans are crazy, right? Peeping like this!】

“How could you...” “Why are you suddenly like this?” Krysie can't help but ask. “Why did you turn out to be like this, Saki?” The girl rolled her eyes at Krysie. She caught the tears glistening on Saki's eyes. “That doesn't concern you,” she coldly replied and stormed out of the mansion. That broke Krysie. Misaki is her first friend when she studied at the University. Everything just can't sink into her how they turned out to be like this.

I walk back to the room only to open the door and Misa was there. Sitting at the small desk by the window, the dim morning light falling on her. She wasn't sleeping. She was writing. Her head bent over a notebook, the pen scratching softly against the paper. I closed the door behind me, the sound soft, and my shoulders slumped. The weight of failure, of disappointment, was immense. I looked at Misa, her face focused, lost in her work. I thought about the plan. About the club. About Gomez. About Damien. About his touch. About the morning.

“I wаѕ drunk, Iz, I didn’t knоw whо’ѕ rооm it wаѕ.” Fanfuckingtastic. Hе turnеd away tо escape mу hаtе fіllеd eyes. Mіkе tried dеѕреrаtеlу to dіffuѕе thе situation, pulling mе away from hіm. “Hеу, lеt me take уоu fоr brеаkfаѕt. We саn get ѕоmе раnсаkеѕ. I know thеу’rе your fаvоurіtе.