Novel & Cerita Natsuki Poem

Mattia looked like a porcelain doll, wrapped in white cotton towel, securely held in Nicholas’s arms and the little boy is grinning at her, feeling euphoric after playing with his dad in the shower. “You are always welcome Rissa.” Shirota's voice from the other side caught Clarissa’s attention and she chuckled softly, shifting her eyes back to her hands, stifling her laughter. “He is amazing Natalie.” She said, delighted by her sister’s fortune. Shirota is the man who Natalie needs in her life after all the pain and trauma she went through. The Japanese man truly understood her and accepted her the way she is. He didn’t care about her past and he is the only man who Natalie felt comfortable

'Spring is here; the cherry blossom is the sign. Oh, my love is a beautiful sight. Underneath the sky, with my lover beside. I don't know why I love the pink in the sky. The beauty of nature is not so easy to define. Oh, my love, I love the cherry blossoms in the sky.' Kiera mumbled as she gazed at the delicate pink petals floating through the air. The cherry blossoms seemed to dance in harmony with her words, creating a magical moment that encapsulated their deep connection to nature and each other.

I grabbed my brother, and Natalie asked him to relax, and to give her access to his mind. Granted this, I will mention a few words, the truth is that language was strange, it is performing the spell. The breeze became violent, hitting the door and making the dead leaves on the ground rattle, it was cold and announced strength and power. The red candles lit themselves, and Natalie raised her voice, I could hear her inner strength.

"This is my day" "This is my day" "This is my day" It kept repeating but Natsumi could not understand what it meant" "This is my day" She knew she had forgotten something "This is my day" She was sure she had forgotten something "This is my day" Something that would help her discern the situation. "This is my day"

*** The raindrops are like melodies I always liked hearing it Especially while remembering you You, the most beautiful woman God created for me There's nothing I want more than you If there's no a flower, a chocolate or even a piece of letter You must believe, that the heart and longing will always be with you In my mornings, I always start mentioning your name You are the woman I always remember in prayer Being the ruler of the most shameless heart And being there for a time I didn't even know I'm sorry if a few of my words have hurted you Some of my longings are out of place But it's all true, I miss you Honestly from the bottom of this heart, you are the highest owner of the throne. Green

A mate I can’t trust. A throne I’m not ready for. But tonight, under the light of the moon that’s become as much a part of me as my heart or my brain, everything is perfect. Deep in the forest, someone begins a far-off call. The howl rounds through the crisp air, and all the wolves around us stop, poised to listen. The first thing It’s Nathan who answers, his voice mournful and deep as he pays tribute to the night sky. The others join in, becoming a symphony of worship all around me.

Something almost like peace. Norwan stood by the sundial where they’d last spoken, holding a folded piece of parchment in his hand. It was a poem, though he'd never dare call it that aloud. Just a few clumsy lines about love and second chances. He didn’t know if she’d want it, but he brought it anyway. He didn’t hear her footsteps at first. But then, behind him: “You’ve been patient.” He turned, heart skipping as he saw her—Natalie in her soft gray cloak, hair braided with tiny white blooms. Her expression unreadable but not closed off. Not this time.

Akihiko looks at the other two girls behind her look at him too and she closes the curtain immediately. “M-m-m-m-m-m-makimi -san?” “Yes A-a-a-a-ayame -san?” “Why is there a big wolf outside my window?” “I don’t know but I know one thing for sure and that is if we move even a little or even show hostility we’ll die. Don’t you agree Natsuko?” Natsuko had passed out on the table on the ground with foam coming out from her mouth. “Aa.” “Aa. Guess I’ll open the window again.” Says Ayame and praying for the wolf to disappear she opens the window and to their surprise he had disappeared.

He was terrible, he sucks, an idiot, so-called sympathetic and; He's leaving like nothing happened, While I'm left here, reminiscing it all, Maybe I was just not that sharp enough to etch my name in his heart, Like a broken shard of glass. Going back there, he'll have a beginning, Yet, no reset button for me, As I willingly watch someone go away, And between us, it's me who'll only suffer. I was just a phantom, a silhouette An unknown yet familiar phantom Whose name that will never be uttered, Sayōnara, Watashi no hikari no hanten. ---Grey. THE END--- A/N: Yoh, guys. It's your amateur author. This book's currently being edited and minor changes are expected.

Why do you let yourself walk into a dictated future? *Don't be so tame, don't lose like I did. You can definitely do something to avoid your father's terrible arrangements.* *Dear Yilan, I hope we can win our freedom one day. For this, I pray devoutly to the Goddess of Fate. Please wish me luck.* *Your forever friend,* *Natalie* *P.S. Please pass the silk pouch to Casey and tell him that he is the only one my heart belongs to in this life.* *I love him, first and last.*