Ino X Sakura Lemon Novels & Stories

Was that why we could communicate through thoughts in that battle? Alexander, oblivious to the thoughts fighting for dominance in my head, pulled up a leatherskin water bottle from the side of the saddle. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, then poured the water down his throat. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same, gulping from it. He appeared fidgety and nervous, and I knew the brief whatever-it-was between the both of us had affected him the same way it had affected me. Maybe I was better at hiding it than he was. Or maybe he had more to hide than I did.

The young woman’s confident expression instantly crumbled as she looked at her. Lena smiled sweetly. “Hi.” “…Hi,” Sakura replied awkwardly,avoiding eye contact. Lena folded her hands in her lap, still smiling. “You don’t have a boyfriend?” “Excuse me?” Sakura snapped, eyes widening in offense. “You seem really desperate for a man’s attention,” Lena continued calmly. “Specifically my man’s attention. I get it — he’s incredibly good-looking. But when you see a man sitting with his woman, you should show some respect, honey.”

Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt. We ate slowly, deliberately: steamed tamagoyaki rolled into perfect golden layers, miso-glazed eggplant, tiny bowls of natto that I politely declined, fresh persimmon sliced into translucent moons. My stomach, mercifully calm, accepted everything without protest. Sakura kept sneaking glances at me, knowing, excited, like we shared the most delicious secret in the world. Halfway through the meal Dante set his teacup down with soft finality and looked across at Haruto assistant standing behind.

Lemon mixed with cinnamon, unique and addictive. ‘MATE! MATE!' Xan whispered and half-shifted. His golden fur covered my arms and sharp claws emerged from my fingertips. Next to me, Herod underwent the same shift. Xan and Xin grabbed the locker door and forcefully tore it off As the scent intensifies, we are enveloped in a stronger haze and take deep inhales. I need my mate, NOW!...

Viola shouted, giving a brown envelope to Siena through the car window. “What’s this?” Siena accepted the envelope with a frown on her face. “Okay, thank you, Viola.” Then the car sped up leaving the salon. “I wonder what this is.” Siena opened the envelope curiously and froze at the next second. In the envelope was a sakura flower looking fresh as if it had just been picked from its stalk, together with a sheet of paper with text on it: ‘My heart blossoms for you only, Cherry.’ Siena gasped in surprise and jolted upright in her seat. The only one who called her Cherry was….

Before Aino could leave, I stopped her. “Aino, do you remember the yellow flowers near the garden; the ones with the tiny buds? Go pick a few of those and boil them. It’s called Goldenrod and it’s great for healing wounds.” Aino didn’t say another word and left the room. I dare not look over at Sora. I still feel so awkward. “Yukina, starting tomorrow, you shall serve me at the study.” I was taken aback. Well, it may be better since he has eyes on me. No more surprise attacks.

"Sazkia answered blindly. "Yeeee, what do you want?. You shouldn't give me a typical Jakarta souvenir. I'll tell Brother Seno if you ask me to buy you chocolate. " Sazkia gasped. She never thought that Lina had such a crazy idea to ask someone else for chocolate. She shook her head rejecting Lina's suggestion. Sazkia didn't want to bother Seno or anyone at all. “Not Brother Seno. I need you please."

“From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves” One by one, I watched their heads bow in reverence. It was supposed to feel nice but it didn't. I ignored the holes that Sabrina was burning into my head. If I thought this was somewhat over, then clearly I was just being delusional.

“If she wants to play status games, she picked the wrong girl. And I also got to help my mate.” Actually, she didn’t know why she’d said that—but it felt right. She had to. And she knew he would do the same for her if she were in that situation. With her head held high, Lydia crossed the room, weaving through conversations and groups of wolves until she was close enough to catch Knox’s scent—fresh cedar and that faint spice that always made her stomach twist. Nina’s high laugh rang again, and this time Knox didn’t even fake a smile. “Knox,” Lydia said.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?