Aoi X Sakura Novels & Stories

“It’s good. It’s going to be classical Japanese music mixed with pop. I think it’s called ‘Sakura Sakura.’” “What?” Sebastian snapped, turning his azure-blue eyes to Jane, his face tense. Jane was taken by surprise by his abrupt query. She swallowed nervously and said, “It’s called ‘Sakura Sakura.’” Then she had to explain further, thinking he didn’t know or understand. “The song depicts springtime, when cherry blossoms bloom, sir.” “Yes, of course. I know that,” Sebastian said. He took a deep breath then. Shit! Why was he in such a bad mood? Why was he so agitated?

“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.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

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And what more interesting is that she is in a BL love story. The main protagonist of this story is a man called Aoi Hyoudou. A sweet boy with a poor background. He is bullied during his teenage but he never had the strength to fight back. His delicate features are the reason why Aoi is tormented too much. The possession of dark brown eyes suited his bright complexion. He has thin red lips and not single pores to decorate his soft silky skin. His fluffy curly hair will bounce once in a while during his walk and that always attract people to surrounds him. He is also a natural hardworking model student with a future to become a surgeon. Instead, his path took a good turn once he met the male l

Joker asked putting his sharp knife and dagger on its holder insides of his coats. Wearing his signature cloak and mask, a short memory occurred to Aoi… A woman full of blood was on his embrace, why looking at the girl in front of him holding a sword, “Why did you kill them, Crimson Blade?” Surrounds with a freezing atmosphere, Aoi responded, “It was such a nasty memory that I don’t want to tell you, but I regret things before, that’s why I’m joining your organization.”

The smell of humans slammed into him, perfume, fried oil, burnt sugar, but he cut through it, desperate to isolate her scent. Then faintly, he caught it. Lyra's scent, sweet and familiar, threaded now with panic... and something foreign, the raw stench of chemicals. His blood went cold as real fear threaded through him like a virus he couldn't seem to shake off. Orion stalked forward, following the trace of her scent through the thick crowd until he found her pink backpack half-buried near a snack stall, the zipper half open and their photos strewn all over the dirt, but her stuffed rabbit was missing.

The Sarki had to get involved for my plan to work, and I knew it had to be sooner than later. While we sat on the mat eating dinner in my compound, I realised something odd about my environment. Things were moving in slow motion, almost as if they weren't moving at all. I tried to get Aishatu's attention but realised that whatever was affecting the environment was affecting her too. I looked around, hoping I would see someone unaffected by the strange magic, but there was none. Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat, then turned around in the direction of the voice to behold a woman in white. The only thing pure about her was her dress which was wrapped around her body. Her eyes were bl

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

I asked. "Ah..." He began awkwardly and let go of me before moving back a little. "It's nothing." "It's not nothing, Hig. It looks like it hurt." He held my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "It doesn't hurt anymore so, don't worry." I heard someone giggle and I looked around his shoulder at the older woman stood behind him. She was short with straight, brown hair that was tied in a bun. She wore a grey suit and I couldn't help but notice that she resembled Higan quite a bit.