Ao3 Sakura Novels & Stories

Sakura felt like she was in Japan, viewing cherry blossoms in full bloom at night. A bark drew her attention from the exquisite scenery to the man and dog under the tree. Sakura felt her heart skip a beat when she realized it was Darcy and Toby. In that instant, she thought he could be her muse for a painting, him wearing the yukata, sitting with his back resting against the fully bloomed tree and Toby on his lap. They were a strikingly beautiful picture, and it made Sakura’s heart glow with a certain warmth.

Sakura would happily accept any type of action from Misa— as long as it doesn’t lead to death. Worst-case scenario, she ends up crippled and traumatized. Best-case scenario, she ends up traumatized, but not permanently disabled. She’s ready for either outcome. “Firstly, I am going to apologize— ”. Sakura doesn’t understand. Maybe she’s not hearing right. What reason does Aronohai Misa have to apologize to a low-class omega like her?. “I honestly went too hard on you. I should not have isolated you and threatened you with my pheromones”. She sounds ashamed. Sakura is incredibly confused.

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

He takes the drone, which is already drenched with water, and based on the look, he was sure it's already broken. "Sakura." The strange girl smiles, and after she says it, there's a wind blowing and the Sakura's flower from the nearest cherry blossom tree falling near them. Looking at the flower, which now falls near them, he nods his head. "Ah, yeah..it's now in April, so Sakura here is a bit prettier than the front gate." Smiling at him, she gets her bag and her flat shoes before she goes to the walkway. She wants to go back to her dorm, change her clothes, and go to the next class.

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

His cock bounced untouched between them, dripping pathetically. Dex wrapped a hand around his throat again, squeezing just enough to have his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” “Never. Fuck- ugh! Dex!” Dex slammed in particularly hard and ground his hips in deep circles. “Say. It.” Elian’s eyes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure began slipping from the corners. His voice cracked as he spoke. “I’m yours…. fuck, I’m yours, you psychotic bastard!”

Rosa, Sisy, Maulida, Sinta, and Santi invited Sakia to take a walk out of the house. They said they wanted to help Saskia refresh her brain and mind. After a bicycle accident, Sazkia's five friends always saw her brooding alone in the room. Never hang out together in the living room, never joke around when they cook together. In that case, Saskia was busy with her world. Lounging in her room or spending time in the library. Currently, Sazkia's friends are worried about the drastic changes her friend is experiencing.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

"No, no. I want to do this. I'm just scared that we're not going to click. Maybe we won’t be like you two." "You'll never know if you never try." she reminded me. In the middle of our movie marathon, Skyler's phone dinged, catching our attention. Lemery paused the movie while Skyler went up to get his phone. He slowly scanned it, and after that, he looked at us with confused eyes. "Samsara Sakura is the girl, right?" he asked. Lemery nodded. Skyler showed us his screen and waved his phone. "She just reached out."