Novel & Cerita Jean X Mikasa

Jeana was ultimately thrown out by Xavier. When she got outside, her face was covered in bruises. "What's going on? What happened to Xav?" Jeana shouted. The maids who had just been scolded by her lowered their heads, stifled their laughter, and remained silent. Jeana was so angry that her eyes began to redden with rage. It was only at that moment she noticed that the maids were also somewhat injured. However, they were in a much better state than she was—at least their faces weren't harmed.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

The second time was really crazy, Jane and Nikki had to prank my mom just so I could escape through the window. The day went on and nothing much interesting happened throughout the day, except that during lunch, the craziest and the most satisfying thing ever just happened. Xavier’s current girlfriend Michiko Takao just broke up with him right in front of everyone else and it was the best thing that I’ve witnessed. It was just satisfying to the bone to watch the person who’s been making your life a little extra difficult go down like that.

Too much red tape or some shit like that. Before I could get a word in, I felt shadows behind me and suddenly the glass was pulled away from my grip. I gasped as Mikael showed himself, spitting mad as he asked a pale Jean, “What do you think you’re doing with our woman?” Around us, eyes fell on the scene and I watched as Jean began to stutter. “I mean, I’m not… I didn’t know she was-“ “It doesn’t matter what you thought you knew,” Acker's voice was as quietly angry as he could be, and hands squeezed my waist. “You should be careful who you try to talk to, before you get your throat cut, Jean Marriott.”