Mikasa Levi Ackerman Novels & Stories

Alessio breathed, “Julian… Sir, I know you and my father have had your issues, but I’m thankful for your help.” “Glad to help,” Julian made a welcoming gesture with his arms. "Especially after being left out of that little thing you all had going on with the Baldinis,” a slight smile appeared. Alessio hummed, “Didn’t want to bother you with the Baldinis,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “So who are you bothering me for?” Julian asked, raising a brow. “Who is your guy?” “His name is Isaac Halberg,” Alessio hesitated before he continued speaking. “He was an undercover agent working with this organization, MISA, under the name Levi."

Principal Mason’s voice called out from behind her. Anna’s footsteps froze in place suddenly. She had a bad feeling about this. Principal Mason’s old, wavering voice continued to speak behind her. “Mr. Ackman is waiting for you at the office on the sixth floor. Hurry over there right now.” “...” She had fallen from heaven down to hell in an instant. Liam Ackman was a demon. How could he have let her off so easily!? She was too naive! Principal Mason chuckled as he walked over. He assessed Anna from top to toe then said. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

"You tried to kill Daksha?" Levi froze for a heartbeat, then nudged Micha, whispering, "This is… him. The one we've been reading about." His eyes betrayed a mix of awe and disbelief. "I know it's strange, but… he's… handsome." Micha blinked, trying to process the scene. "I was expecting a monster, centuries-old and terrifying. But him? He looks… lethal, yes—but strikingly human. It's unnerving." Levi shivered involuntarily. "Am I the only one getting chills? Look at those red eyes…"

Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the accountant, DJ, and the one who actually keeps the place from exploding. Tonight (or whatever passes for tonight between dimensions), the bar is packed. Riku slams a sake cup the size of a helmet in front of a weeping storm giant. Riku: “Drink. Your ex-wife took the clouds in the divorce. We’ve all been there.” Aki is in the corner, quietly teaching a baby kraken how to pour drinks without inking the sake. The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open.

He almost laughed at her remark yet he kept his composure. The nerve of this woman. He dares to speak in such a way to the mafia boss himself? She's brave yet her bravery can get her killed if she was anyone else. But she was not just anyone, she is Keisha Lexington. Eros might be the mafia boss that everyone fears but Keisha is the assassin that fears no one. "What do you know? You only got here a moment ago." He paused. "Take her away for interrogation." A man wearing black appeared out of nowhere and dragged the maid out of the mansion. Her screams echoed until it all faded.

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

he spoke in a low and subdued voice. "Oh." I nodded my head because I totally understood his frustration. As I was mulling over it, I was suddenly confused. "Wait... Mikasa? Now who's she?!" I all but exclaimed, getting strange looks from my colleagues. Shivaay slapped my arm lightly, looking at me frantically. "Keep it a notch down, will you, VVJ?" He gritted and I smirked. "I didn't know Emika's name before today so I named her Mikasa. In my mind, of course. I don't like the 'That Lipstick Girl' insult."

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

I mumbled, taking the box. “No problem. Go through this file and if you have any problem let me know,” he said as I stood up. I tucked the file under my arm and nodded. ~~~~~ My gaze strayed to the still unopened phone box for the umpteenth time while I flipped another page and skimmed through the contents. I was skeptical about using the phone because I was still uncertain. This pack is ambiguous at its best. Even though the pack members were amicable and welcoming, they seemed to not let others see what they didn’t want to show. Marcus left that after hearing about Isaac’s lover and it didn’t sit well with me. Clarissa too was anxious. They pretended that Isaac’s mother didn’t stay here an

“Aside from wanting to inform you that Leo and I are officially engaged, I just wanted to see if you were still breathing.” “Why? So you can kill me yourself?” Amanda scoffed. “Aww, look at you, acting like the victim after what you did to me. Just to remind you, sister, I’m the one who almost died by your hands. Don’t try to pass your criminal traits onto me. It’s written in your skin, under your name, and in your blood.” The words stung with a bitter truth. Calista wasn't biologically one of them. She had been adopted by her mother after the Great War a century ago, brought home to live as their daughter in name, but a servant in practice.