Madara X Sakura Novels & Stories

she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.” We ended in Shibuya, crossing the famous scramble at dusk when the lights came on and the city felt like it was breathing. Sakura insisted we stop at a tiny café famous for matcha parfaits. I managed half of the towering green-and-white confection before my stomach gently protested. She didn’t push, just ordered ginger tea instead. By the time we returned to the Suzuki estate the sky had turned indigo, strung with stars. Dante was waiting in the courtyard, coat slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking tired but content.

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Nicolas asked. Sakura shook her head. “I’m here with Akira.” Nicolas raised a brow. “Oh?” Sakura chuckled. “Don’t give me that oh? We’re having lunch.” “What about Sebastian and Darcy?” Nicolas asked. Sakura said, “They’ll be here soon.” “I see,” Nicolas said. Sakura turned her attention to Noah then and said, “You having lunch with a friend?” “Noah,” Nicolas said. “A new member of our marketing team at the company.”

"Gentle won't work with him, but maybe one of your frying pans will." They both laughed, and then Madayah crawled across the two feet separating them and laid the scared side of her face on Zenya's lap, kissing her belly. "I've craved this smell for years, and maybe our clan will produce more children than we know what to do with." Vorlyk's voice startled the two women. "Your thoughts are troubling, my love." "Troubling?" Madayah turned her head and smiled at her vampire. "Maybe troubling isn't the word, but your distress interrupted my sleep and brings me out in the daylight."

"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.

Her eyes narrow. “I-I’m not!…please. I’m just offering w-what I have— ”. “Tell me what you want. Stop trying to exchange your body for my help”. Misa cuts her off again. Her pheromones flood the room, heavy with the scent of displeasure. “There is literally no person in the world who should be able to make you feel this way; So tell me, what the hell has you so scared?”. Sakura’s gaze shifts as she lowers her head again. “I-I’m not scared. I j-just need a— ”.