Cherry Blossom Manga Novels & Stories

said the young man, “now you are Flower of the Cherry indeed.” “Child,” she said, “go home and think of me no more. I am too old for such as you.” “Old!” he said; “why, there lies not a year between us!” “No, not a year—no year, but an eternity,” said Flower of the Cherry. “Think no more of me,” she said; but the lover thought of nothing else. His young blood was on fire. He could not eat, nor drink, nor sleep. He pined and grew pale, he wandered day and night, his heart heavy with longing. He lived in torment; weak he grew, and weaker. One night he fell fainting at the entrance of the street of the geisha. Sakura-ko came home at dawn from a festival in a great house. There she found him. Sh

“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?

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

As he was about to eat his instant noodles, a sharp whistle from the TV caught his attention. He slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on a beautifully animated scene, a serene depiction of cherry blossoms in full bloom. Petals danced in the wind, covering the ground in vibrant colors. The background music was warm yet tinged with a sense of sadness. The camera moved, following the petals as they fluttered across the screen. The view shifted from the sky to the ground. In the depths of the cherry blossom grove, two small figures appeared: a girl running ahead, a boy chasing her.

"Lolita... you’re playing a very dangerous game." "It’s not a game anymore," I rasped, securing his right wrist with a ruthless, tight knot. "You brought me here to see me bloom. Well, I’m in full fucking flower. And you’re going to feel every second of it." I straddled him again. I took my time, unzipping his jacket and peeling it away. I ripped open his dark shirt, the buttons scattering across the silk sheets like hail. His chest was hard muscle and old scars. I leaned down, my mouth finding the erratic pulse at his throat. I didn't kiss him gently. I bit him, my teeth sinking into his skin just hard enough to draw a sharp, ragged gasp from his lips.

Lila POV Cherry blossom leaves flutter around me on the other side of the portal. I shield my gaze from the blindness of the setting sun on the horizon, and my breath hitches. Luscious green trees stretch for miles beneath the auburn sky, broken up by rivulets and creeks that run towards the cliff I’m standing on. Behind me, a vermillion temple stands proudly with Japanese Kanji written above the entrance. “Japan?” I say, turning to Adrian. “Why Japan?”

I huffed. "Oh come on, why that?" "Why not that, Flower?" "Well because..." "Because?" "Stop it Alex." "Oooo we're at Alex now." My face turned beetroot. "Shut up!" Even covering my face with my hands couldn't take the blush or his chuckles away. "I hate you" I pouted. He stopped chuckling and smiled when I peeked between my fingers to look at him. That same look from earlier crossed his face,but melted away soon enough, and then he was leaning close. My brain seemed to shut down and then go into overdrive

The sound of falling objects and breaking tree branches could be heard as the leaves rustled. Kalina's body that was thrown by Elard was stuck on the tree. The girl's head was suddenly dizzy. Images of the past suddenly swirled in her mind. When Kalina in the modern world fell off a cliff, her body was caught on a tree then when she fell and thought the body hit the river rocks. A handsome young man appeared behind the bright light. Unexpectedly Kalina in that time opened a seal when her lips touched a stone carved like an eagle.

Just Mara. Her apartment was small, cluttered with warmth. Books stacked in corners. Candles half-melted on the windowsill. Throw pillows that didn’t match but somehow belonged together. The moment I stepped in, something in me exhaled. She handed me a mug of chamomile and curled into the armchair across from me. “You’ve been distant,” she said, not accusing—just observing. I didn’t deny it. “I’ve been… processing.” “Something happen?” I hesitated. Then: “Sort of. But I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

He said with the grin returning to his face. Red rising into my cheeks while walking side by side with Jamie. Walking through the garden during the day was very peaceful, even when it was with Jamie. He had dropped my arm by the time we were half way through our walk. We ended up under the cherry blossom tree in the middle of the garden. Sitting on the grass I looked up at him. He had crumpled up face looking down at me. “Why are you sitting on the grass?” He asked. I giggled and pulled him down by his hand.