Rumah Sakura Novels & Stories

“Come, Alessia. I’ll show you to your room while the men speak business for a moment.” I followed her down a corridor lined with more shoji screens and low lanterns. She slid open a door to reveal a spacious guest suite: tatami floor, low bed with crisp white linens, a tokonoma alcove displaying a single camellia in a black vase, sliding doors opening onto a private garden of raked gravel and moss-covered stones. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed. Sakura smiled. “I hope you’ll be comfortable. If you need anything, tea, extra blankets, anything, tell the maid. Or me.”

“I wanted to see him, no matter what he said, take me to his room.” Clarice nodded her head and ushered her into the long winding hall of the Japanese terrace. If Sky thinks Soma’s private chamber is lavish and spacious, the main villa is a grand villa with a very beautiful Japanese aesthetic. There’s a koi pond in the middle of the garden, with Sakura trees adorning the Japanese-style hallway. Every room has its function with simple but high-quality furniture, the craftsmanship of this country’s finest carpenter. Payne’s room located at the end of the hall, is a semi-private room with its own private terrace. Sky was in a hurry to open the sliding door that led to his room, but a voice comi

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

I will have to make a stop at a certain shop but for now I better wear baggy clothes. I went outside and met George. He greeted me and asked how my health was. “I would like to plant a tree, where do you suggest is the best place?” I asked him. He scratched his head and then peered his eyes as he looked at me, “It depends on the tree you have in mind.” “I want to plant a cherry blossom.” His eyes shot up before they narrowed again, “The cherry blossom also known as the sakura or in its native name senbonzakura. Cherry blossoms are some beautiful and vibrant trees that symbolize the beauty and fragility of life.”

Ejima yawned widely, not bothering to cover her mouth. She rested her weight on the broom and allowed her bright gaze to wander through the place she now calls home. It was nothing close to the size of her husband's compound, and the dried leaves that carpeted the floor made her want to cuddle under her skin. Bloody cashew tree. She hissed and wiped the sweat drop that had strolled towards her eyelid. Leaning away from the broomstick, she continued with her chore, hoping to be done before the sun hangs on the centre of the earth.

"Now, shall we?" "We shall!" everyone chorused and they left. ******* At Mari's house, as soon as they stepped in, they were given drinks at the gate by waitresses. The Kimura family sure were wealthy and Mari was an only child, so they spoiled her rotten. They took their glasses and thanked the waitresses. "Her house sure is fine" Sakiko couldn't help but compliment the building. It was a huge house painted cream and blue, it had their family's business symbol in front. By the sides of the house were beautiful flowers of different kinds, forming various shapes.

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."

[Rose] I bite my nails as I watch the snow falling down from the windows. The constant chatter of the neighbors disturbing me, while I sit up and make myself some hot chocolate I contemplate whether I could make it to the club or not, I bite my lip sitting over my couch and watching the TV. When a call was heard from the counter of my kitchen and I groan. How could I leave my phone over there? I quickly ran over to it and picked up the call from the house mom of the club.

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”

Jackson raised a brow and dared to step closer. There was a window open on the top right of the house. A curtain seemed to be blowing in the wind, from where the window was cracked. Jackson raised a brow. The front lawn was covered in odd paintings and sculptures, the field in disrepair. It was a beautiful house, but it was eerie. He wondered who it belonged to. "What on earth were you doing in a place like this?"