Novel Cherry Blossom Novels & Stories

Maybe because I did not want to be anywhere I would be recognized. I reached Kyoto three days later. The minute I stepped off the bus at the Arashiyama area, something in me relaxed. They were here. Not quiet—but quiet. The quiet not condemning you. The quiet giving you room to unravel not in front of anyone but in secret. Cherry blossoms were starting to flower, pale pink petals floating on the breeze like small promises on a piece of paper. The weather was cloudy and temperate and not hot and not cold.

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.

First, I find out I’m the last of a wiped-out, powerful clan and now I’m told that if I don’t mate with Lykan before the next Blood Moon, he’ll lose control and destroy everything. I didn’t even realize where my feet were carrying me until I found myself on the far side of the mansion somewhere I’d never been before. The path curved past a serene garden, and at its center stood a massive cherry blossom tree, tall and unwavering, its pink petals fluttering gently in the breeze. Drawn to its quiet beauty, I walked over and sat beneath its branches, hidden by the low bushes that created a kind of natural wall around it. For a moment, I let the silence wrap around me until I heard it.

“Why though?” “Is there a cherry blossom tree back at House Star?” “Yes. In the garden. It’s two hundred and eight years old.” “I believe it reminds her of home, so she mourns for the home she can never return to.” I stared at the cherry blossom tree. It was so mighty, yet beautiful. Strong, yet soft. Would what happened to Rosalia happen to me too? Would I miss my home so much that I would cry every day under the cherry blossom? “How do you know about the tree?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the tree.

But he didn’t reach out through the bond—clearly waiting for me to make the first move. Out of instinct, I sent a brief nudge of affection down the bond. Edwin’s lips twitched in response, as though trying not to smile at my contact. My cheeks reddened and I quickly looked away, sipping my coffee even though it burned my tongue. We continued walking, sipping our coffees quietly as we strolled along the sidewalk. Edwin cleared his throat and gestured up at the pink petals swaying in the breeze above our heads. “The cherry blossoms are beautiful this time of year, aren’t they?”

At this time, Caspian also noticed many teenagers around his age in the crowd around him appeared excited and nervous. They were all heading toward the gorgeous multicolored area. Caspian moved forward very quickly, and after a short while, he arrived outside the Cherry Blossom Valley. Then, Caspian saw as if there was a natural water veil in front of the Cherry Blossom Valley's massive entrance. The water veil appeared as if hanging mid-air, swaying slightly, neither falling nor collapsing, which was extremely intriguing.

The cherry trees on the slope had already budded, and the flowers would bloom in a few days. According to Jerry, she should wait until the sea breeze comes. The entire island would be surrounded by beautiful cherry blossoms then. On moonlit nights, the islanders would hang a small lamp under the cherry trees as they admired the moon. The scenery was beautiful to the extreme. Olivia, who used to have wonderful fantasies, was no longer in the mood to wait for the flowers to bloom. Jack had already arrived at an island nearby. He noticed that the atmosphere on the island was different from before. There were some helicopters on the island.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Author's POV:- Next morning came sooner than expected for Sakshi... Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Sakshi was cradling her Big Blue teddy to her chest, as her habit of sleeping while hugging. The sun was beaming through her blinds causing the woman, who still wanted and prayed to God Sun to go back to his abode and let the night extend for her to sleep more, to stir. Usually, waking up was Never a simple task for Sakshi; afterall she was never a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."