Mikasa X Jean Novels & Stories

Missy said to them, asking. They exchanged glances, “Uhm…. My name is Jace.” The one on her left side replied. “And I’m Mason.” The other one replied. Missy looked away from them turning to face her best friend instead, “Well, they’re to stand with me so nothing happens to me throughout the day. Thea a whole minute is gone with others ticking by and you still haven’t hugged me, I’m offended.” Missy pouted at her words, throwing her babyish annoyed face away from Thea.

Jensen got down from the car and stared at Kisa with his frightening dark eyes. Kisa bent her head uncomfortably. "Jensen, do I not look good in this?" Mia hid the darkness in her eyes and smiled seductively at Jensen, "How is it? Do you think the clothes I picked for her are much better than yours?" "She does not suit these," said Jensen while he draped a white scarf from the car over her shoulder. The color white and mauve was a pretty combination. Kisa was sexy before, but there was more then sexy now as a touch of elegance could be seen.

Chapter 258 Jean looked at herself in the mirror and only found it ironic. "Ms. Mitchell, this way please." They took her in front of Master. "Master, Ms. Mitchell is coming." Jean looked up at him. He was still wearing a mask. She had stayed with him for several days, but she had never really seen his face. He was still holding the fan, where there was a painting of a landscape. He looked at her for a long time and nodded with satisfaction, "Do you like the dress?"

“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.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

Jean says to me more serious like she is always with me. Jean then gets closer to me making me curious about what she wants to do or say and then she whispers into my ear saying; “ Remember about that kiss that you shared with a boy that you thought has nothing for you. I saw that kiss from a completely different perception.” she whispers making me tensed for sure. ***

Another set is clicked on, consisting of very short shorts and a spaghetti strap top, all in a soft pink. "We don't remove lists, bean. We just make more," Jace replies, and I feel the smirk on his face. Our kink list filters through my mind. "What other lists are we making?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I quiet down when the movie goes silent. There is another jump scare coming. Jace chuckles softly. "Oh, I’ve got a few in mind." He’s still scrolling through clothes like this is the most normal thing in the world. I sneak a glance at the latest item in his cart—a black lingerie-style set that’s actually... pretty nice.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Jean flies to the other side of the circle, landing on her butt. Her eyes narrow at River and she charges again, this time River catches the punch thrown towards her face. She squeezes her fist around Jean’s and doesn’t release her, until she cries out. River stands her ground and waits to see if she submits. Jean though tries to catch her off guard by throwing a foot out to topple her over.

“And oh yeah, it looks like she’s wearing Prada too.” “What?” I was just about to look behind me but I felt Jane’s nail pinch my arm. “AW!” “Don’t fucking look, Jordi.” “Hey, y’all!” Michiko showed up looking much rather cheerful and I wasn’t ready for her to show up. She was wearing this matching yellow plaid skirt definitely customized for her and it was obviously a clear reference to this popular teen movie. “Oh, hey, Michiko.” Jane and I muttered in unison, we are both wearing our fake smiles while Nikki was just sipping her iced-coffee.