Novel & Cerita Mistress Mika Katana

She turned to face us just in time for me to reach her. “Kathy, meet my friend Mika,” I said, introducing my friend to her. “She is part of Alpha Mateo’s entourage.” Kathy offered her hand, and Mika took it. “Mika, meet my trainer, Kathy. The leader of the female elite warriors created by Leo and Aiden.” “It’s nice to meet a fellow lady warrior who takes training seriously,” Mika said, smiling. I know her struggle as the best female warrior in a world dominated by men. Mateo saw her potential, and that’s the reason why she became a part of his entourage.

Copy-cat. MIKA: You cannot possibly....that magic will kill you with the poison in you LOGAN: Copy Mika (A copy of Mika appeared beside him and he coughs blood) Kill her MIKA COPY: Yes sir....Chain sword (she summoned Mika's chain sword which was a chain with sharp blade at the end then she cut off Mika's head, disappearing immediately Mika died)

Can’t use a naked blade just in case someone approaches me. During my weapons training with Alina, I found I liked using the guns, but my favourite was the Katana. She told me it was her favourite too, and she also told me about her reasons for it. She was trained by master Tadashi in Tokyo when she was a girl. His son Hamada is now the boss of the Yazuka.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

Her eyes were bright with cruel joy, like she'd just won some twisted game. "You're enjoying this," I said, my voice shaking with disgust. "You're actually happy that you just destroyed him." "I didn't destroy him," she replied sweetly. "I freed him. For the first time in his life, Mikhail is seeing the truth about his precious Aunt Anastasia." "The truth?" I laughed, but it came out bitter and ugly. "You tried to rape him! You're a monster!" I yelled, my throat hurting. "And she's a manipulative control freak who stole his entire life!" Katarina shot back, pulling against her metal restraints. "Which one of us is worse?"

Alpha Damian has been acting more hostile towards her ever since that bitch appeared, how she couldn’t wait until he puts an end to her misery… Speak of the devil and here she comes, she smirked as she spotted Miranda, coming from the opposite direction, heading towards the alpha’s chambers she was just walking out of. Miranda saw the mistress coming, and decided it would be best to ignore her this time, as she had greater problems troubling her mind. But no, Katrina wouldn’t quit; as much as Miranda tried to get out of her way, Katrina still pushed her way forward, using her shoulder to hit Miranda fiercely. “Is it that you are blind or you just can’t walk in a straight direction?” Katrina

As Luisette reached the doorway he turned to face Mikhail, seeing he was close behind, and blocked Kat from his view. Kat reeled back in her shock so quickly she staggered back unbalanced and hit the open door. Luisette, like lightning, reached out and grabbed her around the throat, pinning her there, without even glancing back at her. “Mikhail!” Luisette growled, fangs bared. Mikhail’s eyes were blazing with an intense stare that was a mix of both hatred and a fanatical desire. The way Kat looked draped in that blood red figure hugging dress, her cleavage pushed up on full display was too tempting.

“Mistress, I am needed by the guards to give a statement, give me your permission.” “No!” “Think about your sister, Katrina. Who knows how she'll fare after this ruckus you have caused.” Madame Silva says offhandedly and I've never wanted to punch a female so hard. Katrina turns her pained eyes to mine, “Mistress please I need to go. Give me your permission.” I glance from Madame Silva who has a Cheshire grin all over her face to Katrina who keeps biting her lips and shaking in terror. “You may go, Katrina.”

Sakura blushed at the admonishment of the woman whose otherworldly demeanor completely vanished as she spewed all those curses. Finally, after calming herself, she ignored Sakura and turned toward the shadow. Two figures, draped in black clothes from head to toe, hiding their features, immediately appeared next to her. Still, even though their features were hidden, it was easy to guess from their figures that they were women. The Miko, Kiku, sat down roughly on the mat with her legs crossed and took another swig of her Sake as she gulped down greedily. "Fuck! That hit the spot!" Her face flushed, she squinted as she faced her two closest companions and most skilled kunoichi. "Explain."

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.