Mikaela X Yuichiro Novels & Stories

Your friend, Michaela Lee.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Briefly, Kate wonders what her former roomie is doing right now, and if she ever did manage to graduate from Camp Unplugged as per the deal she made with she-devil Miss Perfect. {If so, at least one thing good would’ve come out of her snitching on me,} Kate thinks, with genuine concern and zero hard feelings. Going back to Mikaela, she was their rightside hitter because she’s left-handed. She also has this rare counter-clockwise puyo (hair whorl) that cursed her with cowlicks and unlimited bad hair days. She often tried to mask her insecurity over her hair in a constant mist of coconut and aloe scent brought on by all the conditioner, mousse and gel she dolloped on her head. If the first day

Marcel’s hands framed my face again, forcing my focus back to him. “Lia.” His voice was breaking apart. “Don’t you dare leave me. Not now. Not when they’re right here. I know that you want to hold them in your arms, but I am going to need you to do this, baby. You have to try and fight. Fight for me, for them, baby.” Another contraction built, monstrous and unstoppable. The edges of my vision darkened. “Come on, Lia.” “Push!” Aria shouted. “I can’t,” I sobbed.

Leaning against the table, arms crossed, stood Fiero Avancii. Silent. Sharp. Carved from discipline and shadow. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He simply watched. Mikael groaned, head lolling weakly. Luca didn’t move. “That him?” Luca’s voice was velvet lined with razor wire. Xavier gave a short, satisfied hum. “That’s Mikael. Broke out of a black-site six years ago. Got a new face. Took Edward’s identity. Slithered his way into the academy.” He swirled the whisky lazily. “Even had me fooled for a while.”

“I’m Mikaela.” ***

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

"Hello Monica, I am Maiko Osonoi. You can call me Mai, are you really not Nana's boyfriend? It is my first time seeing her with a boy after all." "I am Mea Uchifuji. You can call me Mea even if you're not Nana's boyfriend." Mea and Maiko introduced themselves. Monica had to admit that both of them were very cute, Maiko had shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, and she wore a hairclip on her hair. Mea, on the other hand, had long black hair that wasn't longer than her shoulders with her bang covering most of her right eye and brown eyes. The same as Nana, both of them were also gyaru from their appearance, but he didn't expect that..

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

She needed something more realistic. “That is what you are! You are our Alpha and we are your subjects!” Lucian reminded her. Maya was upset. She did not like the sound of that. She did not like to be addressed as Maya’s subject. “No. You are not just subjects to me. I am your friend and you both are my friends” She smiled widely. Maya was more pleased with that. She loved that statement more. She would rather be addressed as a friend even though she was a fake one than be addressed as a subject.