Itachi X Sakura Novels & Stories

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

Akira’s POV I was standing in a beautiful garden filled with roses of every color imaginable. The air was sweet, the fragrance of the flowers enveloping me, and for a moment, I felt at peace. I leaned in to smell a red rose, its petals soft against my skin. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Hunter standing there, smiling at me. But it wasn’t a warm smile—it was cold, almost evil, yet somehow friendly. He was acknowledging me, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile back.

After a few minutes, she wiped off the blood on her face with a playful smile. "You forgot that you made me the strongest Assassin" She smiled. "Do you want to continue talking about it?" She raised her eyes and asked him but Mr. Blaze looked behind her and didn't respond to her. Frowning slightly, Scarlett turned to the side he was staring at. The moment he turned gunshot was heard. "Lisa!!!!" Scarlett yelled and hugged her blocking the bullet with her body as she hit her. "Scarlett!" Lisa tried to hug her but Her hands were tied.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

"Said I was training. Guess I wasn't lying." Sakura scoffed, taking a step closer. The scent of her – a mix of sweat, cherry blossoms, and something uniquely Sakura – hit him like a physical blow. "Training? Is that what you call it? You look more stressed than you were at the great shinobi war!” He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Look, can we just–"

For his large body, he also had a hearty attitude. “Little missy, how do you deal with the silent one?” he asked. I laughed, leaning against Alpha Kaden’s arm. “We are working on it. Right, sweetheart?” Alpha Kaden replied with a grunt. Alpha Pinewood chuckled. “Ain’t that cute. We're just gonna wait a few more minutes for the others. Goddess knows Cherry Blossom is always late.” Cherry Blossom, or by her real name, Sakura. The Japanese wife of the Alpha Toby Gates of the Dashforest pack.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

"Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy." I hissed, "It most definitely isn't; can you even hear yourself for goodness sake?" I was getting frustrated. I hated being trapped in a cage. "Xavier took Sage's mate away from him. Veronica was his mate before Xavier stepped in, and there's a lot more to it than just that. Now think about it: do you think Sage would let the same happen?" I was taken aback by his confession but again could keep shut, trying to point out the fact that Sage and I's relationship is nothing short of a contract.

A small frown appeared on her face . "That's fine . I am good with this" . Akira replied . Raymond could sense a bit of traction in her voice . She looked hungry and had finished all her chocolates and was fidgeting with the wrappers . "Here take mine . I don't like them much" . Before Akira could say no to it, he had already placed his chocolates in her box . He gave her a sincere smile . She smiled back and returned back to gobbling the chocolates up .

We found a cute little Italian joint, my wife was craving carbs, and I wasn't going to deny her. Sitting at a table alone, drinking a glass of wine, was Takashi Hatake. As we were shown to our table, it was like all the wind was knocked out of us. Yūri froze, her entire body going stiff as a board as her eyes narrowed with hatred at her father.