Hinata X Sakura Novels & Stories

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

As I went closer to the grave, I could see fireflies hovering around the grave as if through their light they were still mourning Mayu’s death. My heart suddenly felt heavy as the memories attached to her graves came to me. The only person in the memories of the grave was Hikari. Hikari knelt before Mayu’s grave and offered her the flowers and maple leaves. Wisteria were Hikari’s favourite flowers and maple leaves were Mayu’s favourite. Through those memories, I came across a promise that Hikari made to Mayu before her death. In the memory, Mayu said in her fading voice —

Sounds of wet flesh clapping filled the bath , luckily they didn’t even care, they were here so late no one was around Hinata had cum Atleast twice and her womb was filled with sasuke 3rd orgasm , he pulled out and made a finger motion to Sakura to come Hina crawled over to Naruto, placing her mouth over his dripping manhood, substances a mix of Naruto orgasms and Sakura, and it tasted amazing, she bobbed her head up and down his slick long cock, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and held it in place before ,fucking her face ruthlessly, he expected her to tap out but she didn’t.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

“Come on~ don’t you have any preferences? Like big and tall, or strong and brave, you know?” “Umm, well, I…” Hinata’s face reddened even more. Her face was burning up. She was getting really embarrassed to talk about it. Then, she just just gulped down all of the alcohol left in her mug. “I feel a bit sleepy. Wake me if you need me, leader.” And just like that, Hinata also passed out like Jovanic. Well, she was in a better look than him though. Azazel just smiled. “Are we a bit too relaxed? The entire world is all stirred up but we’re just casually talking about love. How funny.” Azazel said and chuckled at the end.

“So… what can I do for you? I’m thinking of helping you out.” “For what?” “I don’t know. To earn a few brownie points or something.” Conan scoffed. “For a sincere person like you, you can meet her with a pack of chrysanthemum sachets. That’s all it takes to buy her soul.” “And I’m looking forward to it.” Hinata grinned wide. “So?”