Mikasa Ackerman Personality Novels & Stories

Sharon bumped Emma's arm and said sarcastically, "Don't say that. Ms. Becker has dated too many men, so she needs to think carefully about which one she truly loved. Or maybe, she wasn't genuine to any of them." On the other hand, Mia was a quick-tempered person. She roared at Kisa, "I don't want to be that person, but it's such a simple question. You should at least give him an answer. I don't blame them for mocking you." Kisa repressed her flashbacks and recomposed herself. Then, she turned to Gilbert with an indifferent gaze.

Melissa McCarthy, daughter of a normal office worker and a Japanese American housewife is the very definition of normal. She is like any normal person out there. With brown curly hair, pale skin and blue eyes, she has a plain average forgetful face. She has one older sister and three younger brothers. She is a normal office worker who lives in a different apartment apart from her family, unlike her sister who never seems to show any signs to stop leaching off from their parents. Her appearance is normal, her grades are normal and overall her life as a whole is normal. She is nothing special. According to her small band of friends, she is a little introverted, a bit blunt, intuitive that work

Subconsciously, she stumbled backward. “Pervert!” Anna yelled, stubbornly keeping her head high. The man’s expression darkened. A slight hint of displeasure appeared in his ink-black eyes. He was Liam Ackman, the CEO of Ackman Skyhigh Group! How dare this tiny woman call him a pervert when she was the one that entered the wrong bathroom! Liam looked her up and down. Half of her dainty face was hidden behind her glasses. Her smooth, long hair rested on her shoulders. She had a loose white shirt and a pair of jeans on, matched with a pair of white flats.

Their exit made me heave a sigh of relief and Magda, who was still left in the living room, cast an amused glance at me. “Sorry,” I said automatically to her before I could stop myself. “They can just be…” “A little too much?” Magda read my mind perfectly and I nodded, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. Had I been so obvious? “Are they always like that?” I asked the woman. She hummed as she took off her suit jacket, revealing the sleeveless shirt she wore underneath. Her arms were so toned it made me feel jealous. “Mikael has always been playful,” Magda said in reply. “I don’t know much about Acker Madden, but I know of his reputation. He has a quiet private life, and never shows a smile

Akiko retorted, now angry as well. "You brought me here by kidnapping me, stealing me from the place I loved most, and forbidding me from seeing Kenji, and just minutes after we meet, you unkindly declare you’ll take a child that doesn’t even exist yet. Why would I ever trust you over Kenji?" Akiko now glared, determined not to let this man control her mind. Masaki hissed, shaking his head with a disappointed smile. "I see. I misjudged you. I thought you would submit to fear and revenge, but I was wrong. Interesting."

No matter how much he played the devil’s advocate and no matter what kind of crazy idea she had, Aki would call and he would come running. Aki smiled with satisfaction, thinking herself very clever. She knew all her arguments made perfect sense. Behind them though, the reason for her free-thinking attitude was only one. Everyone around her, her father and mother included, didn’t think she could accomplish anything on her own. She was always too young, too weak, too soft. She was something delicate like sakura petals they had to watch and protect all the time. But if she and Sasha could accomplish this one feat, she’d be able to prove beyond any doubt that she could do much more than they exp

Aika Kurosaki was a tall woman in her early forties. With ever-present red lips and nails, a pricey business suit that should cost a normal worker their whole salary, and a perfectly coifed hair that reeked of elegance and pricey products. In other words, Aika Kurosaki was the epitome of a badass businesswoman, who has got the devious personality to go with it. She strode into the apartment just as Iori was about to have her glass of wine after handing Jun his drink. The sip she took almost went down the wrong way as Kurosaki-san eyed her and the cup in her hands with a cool gaze.

"But maybe the dean actually knew what she was doing. You're significantly less monstrous than you pretend to be." Vera looked away, a faint flush creeping up her neck. "I really am sorry for being such an awful person to you, Kianna. I know how I acted. Having you in the same lecture hall just... it threatened every ounce of security I thought I had. You operate on a level that makes everyone else look stagnant. You deserve the Ace title." "I didn't ask for the target on my back," I said, setting the folders down. "I'm just a normal student trying to survive the curriculum and escape this place with a diploma."

Mia said and stretched her hand forward for a handshake. Jessica was stunned to even move her hand forward. How can one person have different voices? Even their attitude shows how different they are in personalities. “Okay, I know you are somehow in shock. But can you shake my hand first?” Mia said with a hint of tease. Jessica came back to her senses and shook her hands with both of her hands. Her excitement was definitely on a different level. “I think she's really fond of double personalities,” Claire said inside Mia's head. Mia chuckled softly at her remarks. Jessica wasn't a fool, Mia is obviously the sweetest among the three Personalities.

“Huh? What? Finale?” Lisa, the stylist, reappeared. “Quick!” she muttered, her face red from running and ordering people around. “We’re on in twelve minutes and you need your mask. And where the hell is that precious necklace?” she shouted to someone behind her. “I’m Akira, by the way,” the Japanese woman said. “And you are Sakura, yes?” Sakura nodded, and before she could say anything further, Lisa twisted her around and made her sit in the makeup chair again. “Mask! Mask! Now!” she shouted.