Madara X Sakura Novels & Stories

I love your hair,,," "Thank you" Rose replied "I'm Madeline" The first one said "I'm Jade,,are you a celebrity?" Jade asked "Girls stop the questions already" Jisoo interrupted "She's f**king trending already,,that's why" Madeline said 👥 Oh My God!!!!!!!!!! Someone suddenly screamed, alarming the others 👥 The Sparkles are here!!! 👥 Oopaa!!!!! 👥 Seven!!!! 👥 Ahh!!!! I think I'm gonna faint!!

I thought I knew this pack. Slowly, Alpha Xavier lay on the altar, his eyes never leaving Pyra and Luna Verona’s. “A crimson lay on the altar, demanding what must be given. A crimson blood for ultimate power. Light shines on thy…” Madraya continued, her words turning into chants, and suddenly, the crimson flames surrounding the altar and throne turned a bright blue. Madraya smiled, though her eyes remained sad as she uttered. “The goddess is here to accept the sacrifice.”

With a dark face, Sorata looked up at Monica, who was still silent. "...Yamada-san, in fact, Oga-kun lives in Sakurasou just like me." Sorata also wanted to drag Monica with him, since he didn't feel comfortable that no one knew that Monica was living in Sakurasou. They were living in the same place so shouldn't Monica also receive the same treatment as him?

Hearing the soft whispers and the hearts that bares the original doom and salvation of the worlds, HE smiles as HE declares. “The promise maiden, the holder of the truth, light and good. Owner of the dreaming void and a princess of time, Ai Sakura Shinohara.” Bewildered and in frozen from all of the truth and information, her tears fall seeing the two crowns, yet the original them, as HE finishes with the words. “The first Adam, and once a deity in his own accord, chosen by the flame of Leo that holds the seven flames of existence. The prince and her knight, Raiden Cross.”

"I'm not feeling any emotion heights with your words...uhm...Yulia. Are you here to kidnap me?" "No. I'm simply paying you a visit." "Really? Am I that pitiful?" "No. You really just beguile my interest. I'm glad I came." He approached her. He took her hand to put a small, silver box with a glittery ribbon on top. "Happy birthday, Tamara Kromatova. Accept my gift to you. May you dream of me until I see you again."

confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?” “Shit.” said the lady who was next to the woman that suddenly made me go from excitement to anger in just a few seconds. “But...” she licked her lips in a nervous gesture without taking her eyes off me “in the signed contract it said that we would work with a certain Matthew Adams, not with...”

Keren handed Mara a piece of paper. "Ma'am, if you are so smart then you should know that I cannot afford a phone so how then will I call you when I don't have a phone?" Mara couldn't care less if the lady was bothered by her rude attitude or not. "You know you don't always have to be so rude. You will meet me here by 3pm tomorrow before then I would have arranged for a phone call for you, it is very important" Keren instructed her and Mara nodded her head in agreement before Karen finally opened the door for Mara to go.

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”

Inside the convenience store, she hesitated in front of the shelf. “I usually go for the salmon onigiri...” “Alright, I’ll grab one too. Let’s eat together.” Heri picked out two onigiri and turned toward the drinks. “Want hot cocoa or ocha?” He hold up two options: a Van Houten Cocoa and a chilled bottle of green tea. Sakura give a small smile. “Cocoa... I’ll take that.” After paying, they stepped outside and stood at a quiet corner near the shop.

Mary, with her head still down and jotting notes, finally asked the youngest brother, “And you, Conrad?” “Sakura,” he said softly. “I like Sakura. I want Sakura.” All the brothers felt the same way and couldn’t help but look at her like little pups who wanted to be petted. “No,” Mary said, jotting down notes furiously. “You can’t have Sakura. Sakura is not on the menu. It’s a Japanese flower and you can’t eat it anyway.” Sakura blinked and turned to look at Conrad. “Are you okay?” she asked.