Boruto Fills Up Aunt Sakura Mga Nobela at Kwento

Twilight POV Sora and I met up at a park. “I can’t get over how precious she is. What’s her name?” “Natsumi. She’s turning two in August.” “She's even more precious now. You better watch out because I might kidnap her one day.” She joked. “Short Stuff, funny running into you here.” Seriously, who else, that I know, will pop up? I have nothing against Hansuke, but still. “Speaking of, since when did you start babysitting?” He asked Sora.

Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera. "I would have believed it was Kiroto..." He had green eyes just like Mr and Mrs Hiomi. The bottom of the frame read "Hiomi family" "I didn't know your eye colors change when you grow up" Kurosava said with a wicked smile. He clenched the frame tightly "My stupid brother giving the entire enterprise to this brat... This brat who is not even his own blood!" He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror.

It's been a week since Lyra's attack and I've been a bit too overprotective on who walks in and out of the room. Mum smiled, "Don't worry, this house is guarded by top-notch pack members and securities you have nothing to worry about" she stated trying to sound convincing. Kato growled as much protective as I am. I nod letting out a breath and walking out with her. We walked out to the garden taking slow steps in a comfortable silence which I wished would go on as right now I want anything but to talk. "Lyra is going to be okay. She has healing abilities as you can see she must have not mastered them yet, that's why it's taking a little bit too long but she's going to be okay" She adds up st

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

“Oh, not yet, Sakura-chan. Let little brother feel the pain.” Ruta looked at him curiously. “Seriously?” Yuta smiled. “Oops. I mean, you can check on him but if he can heal by his own, then it’s not necessary to heal him.” Jai smiled at Yuta’s words while Ruta huffed with a taunting smile. “I see…” the boy said, narrowing his eyes at his big brother while the big brother smirked. Sakura flew silently to Ruta and perched on the boy’s shoulder. Her wings glowed faintly for two seconds before dimming.

In my last life, it happened at the welcome party for my newborn brother. My aunt Vivian forced her way into the nursing room while my mother was changing and carried Noah out. By the time my mother came out in clean clothes, he was gone. Vivian argued that she had only taken him out to show him to the guests, and that my mother was the one who hadn't watched her own child. The security footage was destroyed on purpose. My mother couldn't find any new evidence, and in the end the investigation into his disappearance was closed. After that, my mother was never right again. She spent every day murmuring Noah's name, and six months later she was in a car accident. My father searched for three y

"What is going on?" "Shake my hand, Tachibana Takeo." Takeo was completely taken by surprise. This grapehead rascal said his name after all! Takeo extended his arm and shook my hand. The Sakura tree bloomed brightly for a brief moment, shedding it's petals on these two boys. After a brief moment, Subaru left a confused Takeo standing beneath the Sakura without a word. However, before completely turning around, Subaru caught a familiar-looking figure stalking him from the bushes. Though he didn't do anything about it,. It was pretty obvious to him regarding who it was.

Shuji was busy taking care of those who were commiserating with his mother when he turned around and saw his friend Akatsuki and his ex-girlfriend Erika with Hyo. Shuji turned behind them when he saw the person he didn't expect to see again, accompanied by many bodyguards and an old woman. Shuji's eyes immediately searched for his sister before he looked at his friend who called his name. "Brad, when we found out earlier that Auntie died, we immediately got a ticket so we could come to you. It's a good thing this is your address." Akatsuki said to his friend when he immediately approached.

Mayu hesitated at first, but slowly stepped closer. Heri leaned toward Sakura and whispered, “She’ll feel more comfortable if you crouch down to her eye level.” Sakura knelt gently. And just like that, Mayu inches closer and gave a tiny smile. Outside, the Tokyo sky is beginning to turn orange. The air is growing colder. But inside this little home in Nishi-Koyama, filled with old memories and gentle warmth, the afternoon carried its own kind of comfort. Sakura was clearly nervous. So nervous, in fact, she forgot to take off her coat when she sat down.

A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels. Beneath this Sakura tree, Mizu buried her Mother. Face, feet, and hands are in pink and numb because of the freezing temperature. White and warm smoke was coming out from the pinkish nose and purple lips every time she breathes and speaks. Hands clasping together, and eyes in tight closed, Mizu and Kuro prayed for the safe journey of the soul of her mother in the afterlife. Mizu left the burial with a frost flower. Walking with Kuro, Mizu decided to go back home. She just remembered Shiro is still sleeping in their house. She still has someo