Jean X Mikasa Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She was trembling like a leaf. Still, despite her body’s automatic response to Zayn’s pressure, Marissa’s wits helped her keep her cool. She was banking on the fact that Zayn, being a Rheasian agent, was barred from hurting her. Straightening up, she declared, “You don’t scare, Rheasian man! I, Marissa Bell, will not succumb to your threats!”

Amy swerved in the opposite direction to avoid being struck by the woman a second time. She glanced hard through the passenger window at the albino woman. The albino hitwoman looked like a porn actress from another world. Amy could see that the woman shared physical characteristics with Irena’s albino bodyguard, who she killed back at the auto factory. But the albino woman looked more demonic than her male counterpart. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter than the daylight. Amy did not know that the albino woman was Jenatrix. The woman she met and talked with at the car dealership. When Amy met Jenatrix, she saw her in her human form, and seeing the assassin in her true extraterrestrial form mad

She asked quietly as I brought the rag closer to her face, she gave me a hateful look that caused an ache in my heart as Wren and Johan grabbed her shoulders preventing her from struggling as I placed it over the area of the scarf covering her nose, I gave her the answer to her question before she drifted off into unconsciousness. "Because I know you....Miwa." Her eyes widened at the mention of her name before fluttering close. ~Author's Note~ Wrong move Kalen😣😣 I don't think Miwa will appreciate this 😥😥 Votes and comments are truly appreciated 😊 😊

CHAPTER ONE. Somewhere in downtown sector 12 where most of the terrible things happen like Car racing and dealing of illegal arms were done. Xavier Williams also known as X or the mystery guy was one of the best racers in sector 12. No one actually knew what he looked like because he was always on a mask but they could tell he was a handsome dude. The racers car drove in after a drifting race only this time someone else won and it none other than Mad Max a crazy female racer who wears thick makeup to disguise herself.

Chapter 258 Jean looked at herself in the mirror and only found it ironic. "Ms. Mitchell, this way please." They took her in front of Master. "Master, Ms. Mitchell is coming." Jean looked up at him. He was still wearing a mask. She had stayed with him for several days, but she had never really seen his face. He was still holding the fan, where there was a painting of a landscape. He looked at her for a long time and nodded with satisfaction, "Do you like the dress?"

And then— Mika walked in. Bare feet. Silk clinging to every curve. Her hair was loose, her lips parted. Eyes full of playful heat. She didn’t say anything at first—just slid beside Xavier on the couch like water. "You passed all the tests," she whispered. "Maybe we should celebrate." Xavier stared ahead. Then stood. He grabbed her wrist—not hard, but like the final note of a song—and dragged her to the middle of the room. “House Six, get out here,” he barked.

Valerie: The floor trembled again beneath my heels, subtle at first, then sharper, like the building itself exhaled in warning. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Valerie, what do you mean she’s fighting?” Xavier’s voice sharpened instantly. “Who is she fighting?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, staring down through the glass where Lisa stood unmoving, too still for a wolf, too still for anything with breath. “But she’s doing something. And the ground, Xavier, this isn’t normal. She is fighting us, the ground is shaking.”

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.