Card Captor Sakura Novels & Stories

“Hey, you wanna see my stuff?” Hayden chuckled. “Yeah, sure.” Isaac got up and raced out the door. Chuckling, Connor asked, “Where is that rascal going?” “To get his artwork,” I said. To me, Sakura said, “Would you like to be my model, Haru?” I pointed to myself. “Me?” She nodded. “I’d really like to paint you.” When I hesitated, she said, “I’ll pay you. I won’t be wasting your time.”

he asked, Klaus pushed himself up far enough from his chair to open one of his desk drawers, took out a sealed folder and tossed it in front of Peter. "The truth is, Anika is my prisoner, I will keep her captive until she gives me what I need, and if she does not return my merchandise, she will pay the consequences"

Soon after, the tiny girl, who appeared to be approximately twenty, arrived at Avita, and it was undoubtedly one of the most difficult walks she had ever done in her entire life. Trying her best not to shake from nerves, she approached Avita and greeted her shakily, “Hello, my name is Nyarai Sakura. Madame G directed me here.” Avita gazed at Nyarai with a slight smile on her face for a moment before responding. Seeing her anxiousness and darting eyes, she couldn’t help but smile warmly and answer her pleasantries, “It’s nice to meet you as well. Let’s go inside and have a great chat.”

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

The capture of Kitana Lee at the Vance Docks should have been the end of the "Serpent’s Vendetta." But as she sat in the reinforced holding cell of the Krauser Kartel’s secure facility, her hands bound in high-tensile suppression cuffs, she didn't look like a defeated woman. She looked like a predator who had simply changed the location of the kill.

The fury burned in my chest; my voice rose like a blade: “I will not be an unfilial daughter. And now—leave.” A stunned silence. He stood there, mouth working, no words coming out. Then Colin’s hand closed over mine, warm and steady. “Don’t waste another breath on him,” he murmured. “He’s not worth your time.” He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily.

“I don't think you can outrun a bullet so I suggest you don't.” The passenger moved first. He was fast credit to him but I was faster. I had his wrist before he'd cleared the stool, applied precise pressure to the joint, and guided him back down without either of us raising a voice. "The wallet," my grip tightened. “Give me the wallet.” "I don't know what you—" A small adjustment to the wrist. He stopped talking and slid it across the bar with his free hand. I checked it. The cards, cash and the small folded photo of Jovan's mother behind the clear window, slightly creased now, her face looking up at me.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

“You just got here, sweetheart.” “I said move.” His eyes dragged down my uniform jacket, lingering on the fabric before returning to my face. “Be nice to us, and maybe we won't tear off your little jacket.” “Just a little entertainment,” another grinned, taking a step closer. “You wouldn't deny a few hungry wolves, would you?” Elara snarled, her fury surging through my veins. “Get out of my way.” “She’s feisty,” the lead rogue laughed, reaching out a calloused hand.

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion