Mika Anime Novels & Stories

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

Meanwhile when Harley went to visit her grandmother all her grandmother wanted to talk about was Mikayla, so she thought Mikayla was everyone’s favorite. I almost laughed when she described herself as a loner and introvert. I didn’t believe it until she started talking about her favorite 90’s anime. It had a long complex name I won’t even attempt to recount. Something about teens piloting huge machines to fight alien angels, a “human instrumentality project”, and deep religious subtext. Anime is mainstream now, but back then it was still nerdy and obscure. We were so deep in conversation we walked right past her garage. When we made it back and she opened the rolling door I wasn’t surprised

Alicia moves forward, trying to touch her. Mika steps backwards, looking at her hands like it carries a plague. Alicia drops her hand, still smiling. "Wait till everyone hears that you're back. We've all missed you, you know?" Mika scoffs. "You all missed me?" Alicia nods, smiling evilly. "Totally, we even binge watched your self made pornography a few times. We were never able to get over the fact that that was your first time..." Mika looks at the car where Lucas's head suddenly pokes out. She doesn't want him to interfere, or even see him. As she's about to raise her hand to shoo him back inside, a voice sounds roughly from behind her.

She snickered as she stood upright looking down at me with a crooked smile with arms crossed against her chest. Mika was worse than the devil. She casually walked towards me taking slow deliberate steps and walking round me. "You're mine Alpha Tristan Thompson Rogers" She whispered into my ears grazing my cheeks with her lips. It was so irritating that I almost puked. "You're evil Mika, no wonder your mother hated you" I lashed out and she laughed clutching her stomach hard like I just cracked a very funny joke. "I've never said I was a saint Tristan, in fact I love being evil. There are a lot of things you do not know about me Tristan but you must know that I can end of make you with just a

His deep voice purred, causing Mia to clench her thighs together in want. "And I can see you grew up well-" "Excuse me, do I know you? Have we met before?" Mia asked, cutting him short. The sense of familiarity she felt in his presence was increasing, minute by minute. "I can't believe you don't remember me, Mimi, but I can understand. It's been years" As soon as Mia heard the nickname, she grew suddenly cold. There was only one person who called her Mimi, and he had disappeared one day, without saying anything to her before he left.

Mika just smiled again, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "Of course! You're aware of the rumors going around, right?" she asked, her voice dripping with a subtle, almost mocking, tone. My confusion deepened. What rumors? I could feel Daryl's gaze upon me, but I was lost in a fog of bewilderment. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty. Mika burst into laughter, her amusement bordering on cruelty. "Come on, I know you do," she said, her words a blatant dismissal of my confusion.

“Thanks, Mika. I needed to hear that.” Mika returned her smile, but a playful glint appeared in her eyes. “But you know,” she said with a mischievous grin, “you do seem to attract a lot of attention. Maybe you need a little bodyguard. Someone to chase off all the rich guys throwing money at you.” Sierra’s eyes narrowed as she raised an eyebrow. “Mika, please don’t start. I don’t need a bodyguard. I can handle things myself.” “Oh, I’m sure you can,” Mika teased, “but it must be nice, huh? Having all these guys after you. It’s like a personal fan club. You’re the queen of their world, and they all want a piece of you.”

Mika had warned us. “I can see Alpha Aria,” Mika whispered, her voice almost reverent now. “She’s standing in front of that woman.” She paused again. “I can see… a Moon Goddess altar… and… a bear.” The words hit like cold water. My brows furrowed, dread coiling low in my stomach. A bear? An altar? Where the hell was she? I scanned the room, waiting, hoping—praying—that someone would recognize the place Mika was seeing. But no one moved. No one spoke. Just wide eyes, held breaths, and the weight of not knowing tightening like a noose around my chest.

Reserved without being timid. Mika joined us at the table, still buzzing with energy. “This place is incredible!” she said, taking in the view. Then she turned to Zara with a grin. “And you you look like a goddess. I swear, half the room couldn’t take their eyes off you.” Zara blushed faintly and gave a small laugh, the sound light and musical. “You’re exaggerating.” “I’m not,” Mika insisted. “I almost tripped coming up the steps because I was too busy watching how everyone else was watching you.”

She looked at me. I kept quiet. This is the first time in this office I’m not getting deadly vibes from someone in this office rather than Laura. “Hello Mika. How can I help you?” I tried to move the conversation. “You didn’t introduce me to yourself.” She said, I gasped and nodded my head. “Roseanna. I am Roseanna.” I told her my name. What does Mika want from me? “Do you want to be my friend?” She asked me, suddenly giving me goosebumps.