Horimiya Sakura Novels & Stories

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

"No, no. I want to do this. I'm just scared that we're not going to click. Maybe we won’t be like you two." "You'll never know if you never try." she reminded me. In the middle of our movie marathon, Skyler's phone dinged, catching our attention. Lemery paused the movie while Skyler went up to get his phone. He slowly scanned it, and after that, he looked at us with confused eyes. "Samsara Sakura is the girl, right?" he asked. Lemery nodded. Skyler showed us his screen and waved his phone. "She just reached out." Never in my life has a girl made me this nervous because of a text.

I had known what being Luna meant in a vague sense, but hearing it from Lady Samantha made it feel real, almost overwhelming. Tears welled in my eyes as I met Lady Samantha’s gaze, her sincerity cutting through my uncertainty. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I... I’ll remember that. I promise.” Lady Samantha nodded, her expression softening further. “I know you will. You’re stronger than you realize.” The moment lingered, the quiet strength of the Luna’s words offering me a fleeting sense of peace, but as the group slowly began to move away from the poolside, the distant hum of the celebration’s music reminded me that there was still much to be done.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.

— It’s a good comparison, but it doesn’t fit Aronohai Misa. With her easygoing character, her heterochromic eyes, and the controlled sense of danger she exudes— she’s more like an exotic large feline. Like a tiger pretending to be domesticated by a hare. Sakura would find the situation amusing, if she weren’t the ‘hare’ in question. She opens her mouth to try saying something but is cut off by Misa’s strange actions. The she-alpha drags Sakura’s palm down the side of her face and repeatedly nuzzles into it. Either she’s playing into her role of a tiger, or she really likes the scent of Sakura’s pheromones.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

But before Heri could answer, a young girl’s voice called out from the crowd: “Heri nii-san… Heri nii-san! Is that you?” Sakura instinctively turned toward the voice. Heri looked back—and then smiled wide. “Oooh… Akari-chan!” Sakura froze. Who is this girl? Why does she know Heri? And why… do they seem so close? Right in front of her—stood a part of Heri she never knew existed. ***

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

She looked for either Alfred or Natasha but she saw neither of them. ‘Ivory’ a voice yelled behind her, she turned around and saw Natasha waving; surprisingly she is seated with Alfred and some other people. She smiles then walks to them, she sees an extra chair beside Natasha so she sits on it. ‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business.