Eren Mikasa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

One can never tire of the waltz she said. Your Dutiful paper friend, Mikel P.S. Don't forget to write to your brother. He will like to hear about the competition. To my best friend, Mikel who is miles away, Congratulations?! You are an engaged woman at the age of eighteen. Very 15th Century isn't it?! I saw your 'intended' on the internet. Handsome but full of himself. They say you can't believe anything on the internet but you will sure as hell believe it when there's an R-Rated video of it. I'm sorry, Mik. I wish you can come to the ranch to escape but your mother probably hired guards for you.

The variety of cuisines were abundant that it truly overwhelmed Meghaal. "Why's the asshat running late I wonder" She asked Mikkel as she stuffed her mouth with sushi. "Maybe the nerves actually got to him?" "Him? pfft no way. He acts like the ground he walks on turns into gold. And sadly, so does everyone else." Mikkel stuffed his face with a mixture of blueberry and strawberry cheesecake and replied with his mouth full. "You really do hate him don't you?"

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

“So I came to Japan and enrolled myself into a middle high school. I have papers that says I’m an emancipated minor, so it is no problem enrolling myself into school. That was three years ago. I was fifteen then.” Miki sighed. “For these past three years, I kept searching for you. I kept asking around. I even rang up every school in Japan to ask if there is a student in their school by the name of Yuri Kirisawa. And each time, I was sorely disappointed. But I didn’t give up looking for you.” Miki glanced at Yuri’s rather shocked form. “I missed you. I wanted my best friend back. I wanted my sister back. Or is it just wishful thinking on my part, and that perhaps you’ve already moved on?” Mik

"I didn't know Emika's name before today so I named her Mikasa. In my mind, of course. I don't like the 'That Lipstick Girl' insult." I hummed teasingly. "So you do have a real superficial anime character, huh? And you secretly call her Mikasa?" I laughed and he pushed me away with a shove. I laughed even more when I saw the faintest of blush on his face. Two times in a row. Well, someone can make him keep his sarcasm at bay, I thought as I walked away from him and toward my desk before sitting down. As I was working on the script, my mind went back to Skye and his conspicuously pococurante behavior toward me. He's never done that before. Even a small smile on occasions but nothing less than

She would regret it tomorrow, and Kenji would make her regret it even more by pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The cheers grew louder, accompanied by playful whistles. For a moment, the elderly villagers seemed young again, their laughter and teasing filling the air. *Miko, shrine maiden, is a young priestess who works at a Shinto shrine.

By the time she finished explaining it, even Daifuku dropped his dried fish in shock. Kenta stared at her in awe. "Are you sure you're a grade schooler…?" "No," Misaki said, gazing toward the rising sun, "I’m a 38-year-old with a grudge and unfinished business." Takuto blinked. "Wait, then what about that… love letter you gave me…?" Misaki turned to him with a devilish smile. "Oh that?" "Just part of the plan, of course~"