Madara X Sakura Novels & Stories

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

“You bastard!’ Sakura’s face was an ugly expression. She knew Harvey was strong, but he exceeded her expectations. She turned around to slap Mandy in the face, trying to wake the latter up so she could use Mandy against Harvey. “Too slow.” Soraru revealed a piece of black and white paper, ready to take action at any moment. Mandy slowly regained consciousness. When she finally came to and saw the chaos in front of her, she couldn’t help but scream, “No need to care about me, Harvey! I don’t…” Slap! Sakura slapped Mandy furiously in the face; she woke Mandy up so she could beg for her life, not to agitate Harvey even more!

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.

I wondered who picked it. “Should we have a cake like this to celebrate when you come home?” I murmured. “Yes. I know the Phantom would love to have it served on their mate and lick every crumb off.” Madison purred. “I bet the Phantom’s mate would be pretty excited about that too… either one of them.” I was a little turned on at the idea of watching her eat cake off her other mate. “We may need two cakes…” She giggled. We handed out plates of cake to everyone. Madison pulled the cherry from the top of her slice and sucked the cream off while looking into my eyes. I definitely got turned on at that, luckily, there was no evidence. I’d be thinking of her lips and tongue before I went to sleep.