Haruno Sakura Novels & Stories

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

the blond boy says, bowing his head deeply. I give a tiny nod in return before walking away with Lila. “Why won’t they stop calling me Luna?” I sigh. “Why don’t you want anyone to call you Luna?” He asks as we enter a large stone building. “I can’t be Luna because I can’t ever be with Daniel, and being called Luna just keeps reminding me of that,” I mutter. “Oh,” he mumbles. He is silent for the rest of the walk through the training center and to a room filled with punching bags and mats.

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

It was as if she had found a new hope after the sadness and pain that had befallen her. "Come in!" take the old woman to Shin. Shin stuttered. She was busy looking at the green grass and flowers that were very beautiful. The girl was amazed. "If you want the flowers, you can take them for you. But now you have to go in first. I'll make food." "Ah, no need, Mrs. Duty. Ever since I was a child I really liked flowers. So when I saw your yard I felt I enjoyed it very much." Shin said with a smile. Then she smelled the flower she was holding.

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.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

The Orchids Pack stayed at the end of the forest, and we were going to work them back for betraying us with this final attack. “Ungodly attack, ungodly…” the scout gasped as my sword cut through his throat. Informing the Moon Hound Pack would bring up a fight that I have always wanted in years, but I didn’t want to risk my warriors for my selfish gains. Harry wasn’t the type to play fair. He’d kill everyone and leave me to hate once more. That shows how cruel he was. “Attack!!!” I growled, charging in first with my flame attack, which ripped off their bamboo-made house and ignited a serious fire.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

These flowers were like tulips, but the flowers were lopsided or looking down, as if they had withered, and the tip of the petals were facing the upward. Kiyo’s friend who is a florist, Chie Haruno, hurried over to her from inside the store. The girl had curly dark hair and dark orange eyes. She was a little bit shorter than Kiyo, but she’s chubbier. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with green floral apron covering her waist to the knees. She was bringing a small white flower between her fingers that looked like lily flower but with slightly wider petals. When she looked at the flower pointed by Kiyo, she answered. “Oh! That’s the Taihou no Hana. It’s cute isn’t it?” Kiyo giggled. “