Mikasa X Jean Novels & Stories

When Jean-Philippe realised the success of it, he took Jasmine’s face between his hands and kissed her, then jumped around and hugged Kaden, who looked at him weirdly. “Oh, I’ll kiss you,” he told me smiling, coming my way. Kaden put a hand on his chest and gave him a look, so Jean-Philippe turned around, dipped Jasmine and kissed her to a lot of cheering from Boisclair and catcall from Blakemore. “French idiot,” muttered Kaden. “Well, you were quite enthusiastic yourself when you gained mindlink.” He circled his arms around me and pressed my back against his front. “I can contain myself better than this,” he said.

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.

"Ms. Michaels, wait for me. I'll go with you." Jean walked toward the door without stopping. Cassie quickened her pace as well. At the restroom entrance, Cassie saw Jean washing her hands at the sink. After regaining her composure, Cassie took a step forward and approached her. "It seems like you and Mr. Larson have quite an unusual relationship." She cautiously tested the waters as she spoke, her gaze fixed on Jean the entire time. She was afraid of missing any subtle changes in her expression. "What's so unusual about it?"

"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?"

Too much red tape or some shit like that. Before I could get a word in, I felt shadows behind me and suddenly the glass was pulled away from my grip. I gasped as Mikael showed himself, spitting mad as he asked a pale Jean, “What do you think you’re doing with our woman?” Around us, eyes fell on the scene and I watched as Jean began to stutter. “I mean, I’m not… I didn’t know she was-“ “It doesn’t matter what you thought you knew,” Acker's voice was as quietly angry as he could be, and hands squeezed my waist. “You should be careful who you try to talk to, before you get your throat cut, Jean Marriott.”

Jean shook her head but decided not to argue. "Just wear my jacket for now," Jean said, taking it off. Aria wore it after wiping herself, since her white dress was totally ruined. Thankfully, she wore leggings as well, so she would not be exposing herself too much. On the other hand, Jean had been wearing a black camisole under her jacket, which bared her perfect figure utterly. Blondie was waiting outside the ladies' room, standing by the shared sinks. He had certainly humiliated himself completely today.

The cold air from inside the cafe hit her, instantly dispelling the heat from her body. There were currently not many patrons in the cafe. The baristas busied themselves with cleaning the coffee machine. It was only when Giselle walked to the far end of the store that she saw Jean's elegant silhouette. "Gigi." Jean was wearing a fitted bodycon dress. The refined makeup she wore on her face was eye-catching. In comparison to the previous exhausted state she was in, she looked a lot more energized now. Giselle sat across from her. Jean ordered a cup of water and got straight to the point. "Gigi, Jonathan left the country early this morning. He probably won't be coming back anytime soon."

“Hey, Alexa.” Mika’s voice cut sharply through the room, her expression twisted into a deep frown. I noticed immediately how Jace and Mika’s eyes locked—too interested, too flirtatious for my comfort. “Oh… is this the rich guy you’re supposed to marry?” Mika asked with a smug little grin. “You’re lucky. Getting one of the Anderson twins? He’s hot.” “Hi,” Jace said, waving casually. “Hey,” Mika replied with a bright smile.

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.”