Mikasa X Jean Novels & Stories

She wears a tight thin black shirt with daisy dukes. [Melissa Ambrosia] A greek woman with long wavy blonde hair wearing a thin zip-up jacket with a wifebeater underneath it and jeans. Her eyes are an unusual hybrid of colors mixed in with each other creating a beautiful nebula that could easily entrance anyone who notices. [Yua Arai] A Japanese-American mixed girl with short black hair, red lips, and thin eyes. She wears an oversized jacket with daisy dukes on, including a chain wrapped around her arm.

"The snotty bitch? She is your fiancée. You're going to marry her soon. You should end your love adventure and learn to love her, Jean." "No excuses for her. Ah, your girl, what's she like?" said Jean, quickly changing the subject. Talking about Renata always made him sick. "Like that café waitress we argued with yesterday." Jean swallowed, thinking positively that he and Gilbert were twins, so surely their tastes in women were the same. "Why do you look nervous?" asked Gilbert when he saw Jean's expression change. "Alexa Larossa." Jean said spontaneously. "You... how did you know that was the name of the café waitress?"

Mika replied with a bright smile. “Is she your cousin?” Jace asked. I stared at both of them, uneasy at how boldly they exchanged looks. “Alexa?” he called again. I arched a brow at him. “I’m her cousin. Mika Davis.” Mika answered proudly. “Not bad,” he said with a smirk. “Alexa, I need you to work on a document immediately,” Mika said suddenly, throwing a stack of files onto my desk with unnecessary force. “Hey, you—!” I snapped.

I gently inserted a wall between her and their power, easing her back while my magic slapped both brothers sharply. Kristophe bared his teeth at me like an animal, but Jean Marc ignored me. "I'm Mia." Pain didn't even wait for them to ask. She beamed, all sadness gone. My heart clenched for her, knowing her need and how vulnerable she could be. "Jean Marc Dumont." He kissed her hand as he'd done with Alison while my bestie sighed next to me. Oh no he didn't. But she was magic free. Just being stupid over a handsome face.

Jean ran her fingers over the plush leather seats. “Nah. This car is insane.” “Alexa, play All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor,” Zara said. The music buzzed through the air with loud bass. I’m all about that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble. I’m all about that bass, ’bout that bass, bass, bass… Jean sang along loudly, dragging out the last line. “Yeah, it’s pretty cleeeear—” Zara’s phone rang. “Hold on. He’s calling.”

The one that usually preceded either a fight or a very filthy make-out session against a wall. Celeste spun, oblivious, laughing. My hand found her waist again, and I swayed with her, deliberately smooth, deliberately unbothered. Mason’s jaw ticked. Oh, so now he’s the jealous one? Cute. I lifted a brow at him, a silent your move, baby. He tilted his head just enough to make my blood spike. Then he leaned closer to Jawline Guy, said something in his ear. The guy laughed, tossing his hair back like we were in a cologne ad.

*** Ariana’s POV “Mika, what was that about?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended as we walked back toward the packhouse. “What was that about?” Mika replied evenly, his tone giving nothing away. “You stepped up and shut Jasper down,” I pressed, crossing my arms as I strode beside him. Mika glanced sideways at me but kept walking. “Alpha Jasper,” he corrected, stressing the title, “has become too familiar, just like you.”

Misaki looked at Monica with a cheerful smile and nodded like a chicken. Monica patted Misaki's head which caused her to feel blissful for some reason. Misaki laughed stupidly when she was patted. "Now, let go of me, I can't walk like this," Monica said. However, Misaki didn't let him go and hugged his leg tighter, then stared at him with a serious expression. "You have seen Jin before, so what do you think? How can he attack me? How can you make him fall in love with me?"

Her eyes travelled to Mishka. “Oh, my god!! Mrs Christian Knight?” Jeana widened her eyes and Mishka smiled but said nothing. “Can I have a selfie with you?” Jeana asked in a pleading voice. “Sure, but I am not any celebrity or public figure,” Mishka smiled, her beautiful dimples were on the display.

"Mmm~~" Jessica was lying in the cafe on the first floor of the shopping mall outside Heigang International very listlessly. Her short, dark blue shoulder-length hair fell softly on the dining table, and the cute cat ears on both sides, which were similar in color to her hair, lay on her head as if deflated, looking listless. "What should I do, Franka-senpai, I will take the test with you tomorrow, hmm~ How can I be your opponent?! If I fail the test, I may not be able to become a regular again!!"