Sakura Akatsuki Novels & Stories

“Are you a Hati Phantom?” “That I am,” said the girl. “Phantom XIII Hekate.” Ren froze when he heard that accursed name. The girl then glanced around at the fallen bodies lying around her before looking straight at Ren. “Get out of my way. My only target here is HiroYuuki Yamada. Unlike some, I don’t like to kill unnecessarily. Furthermore, Yamada is really taking things a little too far.” She shook her head. “Honestly. Hiring over eighty men to protect oneself. It is really a hassle to take them all out without killing them.”

Lilac approached her and smiled. ‘What is it about them that makes them smile at me?’ she thought. Emily abruptly shook her head. She is aware of the fact that she has already arrived at the Blue Moon pack. As a result, she cannot trust anyone. Lilac pursed her lips and gave her a pitying look. “You look pale,” she said as she sat beside Emily. “But don’t be alarmed; you’re going to be fine. Millie is our pack’s best doctor,” she added, smiling at her.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

"Yоu аrе very рrеttу." "Thаnk уоu. Err..hе dоеѕ ѕtіll fіnd mе рrеttу, but thе curse hаѕ put a block on ѕаmе ѕ*x соuрlіng. I don't fіnd him sexually аttrасtіvе. At fіrѕt wе thought wе might be аblе to, you knоw, рut his thіng in thе other рlасе. I еvеn tried tо рut it in mу mouth, but our bоdіеѕ and minds rеjесtеd аll attempts. We couldn't еvеn bеаr tо kіѕѕ оr hug еасh оthеr. It wаѕ a repulsive еxреrіеnсе. I grew a bеаrd ѕо that I would not lооk рrеttу to mеn." Saria said wіth a ѕhuddеr. "I'm ѕоrrу tо hear thаt. Thе реорlе of thіѕ lаnd muѕt bе very fruѕtrаtеd and unhарру."

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

Akira was almost ready when she heard the doorbell ring and ran to get the door . She was wearing a beautiful peach colored line dress which was accentuating her features . She wore matching sneakers to complement her look . She had her hair in loose curls and was looking nothing less than a pretty peach . When she opened the door, she found Vikram holding a bouquet of baby's breath which was Akira's favorite thing in the world . He was dressed in casuals but still looked like a fashion model who has jumped straight out of a catalog .

I was speechless; her golden hair almost illuminated the street with its own light and her tight skirt accentuated her long curvy legs. “Is Boss… I mean Matsubara-san here?” “I am technically Matsubara-san, but I assume you are looking for Shinji, correct?” “Um… yes.” She was speaking with an annoyed tone, which made it even more difficult for me to respond. “Are you his friend?” “I guess? My name is Taoyama Naruki. “ I do not know if he considers me his friend, but it felt awkward to say I was just a regular client with nothing better to do than coming to this place every week.

Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan. Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes. “Hi,” she said in a soft, high-pitched voice, smiling brightly. “I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you a model or something?” Tarzan glanced at her from the side. “No.” His tone made it clear he wanted the conversation to end there. “Really? You’ve got that look. I’m Sakura — half American, half Japanese.” She tilted her head playfully. “What’s your name?”

They both stare at each other in disgust- “Uweh… It’s you…,” they say at the same time. The girl was another one of his friends named Ayame. She had long black hair and was really beautiful. A slender body to a pretty face. Everyone looked up to her but she never made contact with anyone other than Akihiko since he made contact with her first by calling her something ridiculous. She stood first in academics every single year. Her eyes looked just like Akihiko’s. They were blood red in colour. These were the only human friends he has had from middle school.