Naruto And Sakura Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Must be as a result of my training. “She is mated to that beast,” Luna Sakura said, slamming her hands on the table. “She is becoming like him. Remember when she was scolding me…” Luna Sakura’s eyes filled with tears. She wiped them with the back of her hand, careful not to spill her beer. “It reminded me so much of my mama.” My eyes moved to the men who were at the other side of the hall, arguing about a human game. The Alpha…Kaden was lounging back in his seat, sipping on a bottle, listening to his friends argue.

She looked down and saw the blond covered in his blood, still shocked by what happened she traced where she heard the shot only to find mike gazing back at her with a smirk on his face… Meanwhile, sakura was still thinking about what Sasuke had told her earlier on. She was having an incurable disease and might die any moment from now, that was why she had been trying her best to be the best mom to her son. But if what he said is true then maybe she has to try it. She has to try Kazuma, she thought deeply and smiled. She then walked over to her son's room, luckily he was still awake and not sleeping "hey Sasuke, why don't you invite Kazuma over for dinner next time? "; she uttered while givin

Hearing this, the fairy returned to grant Sakura a wish: to merge with Yohiro and together become one tree. A miracle: the tree finally bloomed. Since then, the love of Sakura and Yohiro brings to every spring a spread of lively blossoms that fill the land with sweet perfume and color." At long last, my vivid imagination ended the moment Hanako finished this glamorous tale. "So? How was the story? A good one, wasn't it?" I couldn't help but agree. "Yes, it is a good one indeed. May this story survive the coming generations as well."

The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter. Irritated, Sakura flipped her long hair dramatically in an attempt to regain his attention. The motion whipped across Tarzan’s face, hitting him in the eye. “What the—?” he groaned, eyes snapping open. Lena finally looked over. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful, plump Asian girl in the mini skirt leaning toward Tarzan. “I’m so sorry!” Sakura said with fake sweetness. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my hair.” Lena’s stomach twisted as Sakura reached out to touch his face. Before she could, Tarzan’s hand shot up instinctively, slapping her fingers away.

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”

I jerked as his hands enveloped mine, the warmth from it send beautiful goosebumps all over me. "During Naruto mission with Hinati to rescue Hanabi, they both fell on a genjutsu (Illusion), Naruto was able to connect to Hinata's Memory because of the red scarf that intertwined the two" he gave me a slight squeeze as I remember the moment he is saying and it's one of my best scene.

Kenji wanted so badly to pull Sakura back and stop her from speaking, but it was too late. "Nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Nakano, KENJI'S FIANCE." Sakura even emphasized the word "fiance," not wanting her parents to doubt their status. Kenji watched as Akiko’s expression changed, but only for a moment. Her hand reached out to take Sakura’s. "Wow!" Akiko finally managed to speak after a brief silence. "Congratulations! Oji-san hasn’t mentioned anything to me." Akiko sounded cheerful—or at least tried to. But Kenji, who knew Akiko so well, could tell her smile—and congratulations—were far from genuine.