Madara Sakura Novels & Stories

She simply sat at the funeral with both hands clasped over her stomach, slowly rocking back and forth in her chair. No one could get her to respond, except her mother. Nazi was the only one who could sometimes make her drink a little water so that she would not faint. Sara was buried in a nearby cemetery in the village. On the way home, Magdalena kept remembering their last conversation, when Sara had asked her, “Mom, will you be back soon?” Only now did Magdalena realize that something had been troubling Sara and that she had been sad. She simply hadn’t paid attention to it at the time. She had been thinking about her own love affair instead.

They walked and all they heard were the whispers of leaves rustling in the wind, and very soft chirping of crickets nearby as they were being joined by all manner of ambient noise. The garden, filled with swaying flowers and arbors seemed to touch the sky. The girls walked down a serpentine path whilst scraping gravel with their heels. Sara looked right at Maddy, her curiosity piqued. "So, what do you need to tell me?" she asked. Maddy’s smile got even brighter as she showed her diamond ring to her. Sara was shocked and she quickly put her hand to her mouth. Maddy's face lit up with joy, and she almost screamed, "I'm engaged!" Sara's eyes shone with excitement, her face mirroring Maddy's hap

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Unread messages in the “Myōran Middle School Class of 2024 Parent Group Chat”: 99+ Mrs. Kimura sat frozen on the living room couch, her phone gripped like a time bomb. The glow from the screen flickered across her face as she scrolled through message after message with growing horror. “Takuto,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper, “this lady—‘CherryBlossomsDance’—says you built the Tokyo Stock Exchange out of LEGO... in kindergarten?”

"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."

Sakura replied quickly, flustered. “My life’s still the same,” she added, hiding her embarrassment behind a small smile. She took a slow breath and turned back to her computer screen. Excel sheets. Outlook emails. Word documents. The dull world of office life folded over her again. But that evening, something rare happened—she was able to leave early. Sakura decided to stop by a small restaurant near the station. She ordered saba shioyaki, her favorite grilled mackerel, and chose a corner seat by the window.

“So it has something to do with your mother….” Suddenly everything became clear for Siena. “My Mom was born in the beginning of April. My grandfather gave her the name Sakura, because it was the time when sakura flowers were blooming in Japan. Do you know that sakura season is short? It only lasts for a month, usually from the end of March until the middle of April. It’s explaining the text ‘every eye admires you for one full moon’…!” Alfonso’s eyes glistened in thrill. “So the next text ‘the land of your origin’ must be Japan, because sakura flower comes from Japan!”

Harvey looked at Sakura with a smile and said indifferently, “Are you the closest disciple of the current sovereign of the Shindan Way from Island Nation?” “You’re the young lady of Miyamoto Corporation, Sakura Miyamoto, right?” Sakura was briefly stunned. She obviously didn’t expect Harvey to be wary of her identity. An ominous premonition surged within her, making her heart skip a nervous beat. Harvey smiled noncommittally and continued, “Since Miss Miyamoto wants to see me feed the elixir to the dog, then of course I’m obliged to please you.” Sakura regained her composure. She spat haughtily, “Then stop talking nonsense. I want to see how you’ll feed it!”

"Great!" We arrived at the kitchen and I let go of his hand. I stood in front of the cake and carefully opened the box to reveal a round cake with light blue cream. Mom suggested that I add three golden butterfly decorations to make it look cute and it looked a hundred times more amazing than it did back at home. "It's cute," Higan said softly from behind me and I smiled.

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.