Sakura And Ino Lemon Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Time. Cold rain lashes my face like a thousand needles as I step onto the balcony. The wind whips my hair, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh rain. Raindrops splatter on the marble floor, bursting into miniature explosions. A bitter realization washes over me: I gave up Rena for this pack, and now, I'm giving it up for her. A sad smile plays on my lips. Karma, maybe? Blurry green trees vanish into the thick rain curtain. My resolve hardens. Theon won't sit still – he'll come at us head-on. This time, it's war.

“You wanted to take revenge for Lucas so badly.” “But you can’t even show your true feelings to me.” “I have to admit, you’re much better at this than a lot of other women.” Sakura flashed Hector a warm smile. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Young Master Thompson.” Hector burst out laughing, then grabbed Sakura’s hair and shoved her face right at his crotch. Sakura’s face went beet red, but she still did her best to finish the job. Hector’s expression did not change as he narrowed his eyes at the Mercedes that raced past the road not far from him. After a while, he made a gesture.

“Not sleepy yet >.<” Then she send a single word: “Ganbatte!” A quiet smile rose on Heri’s face. The soft chords of “Innocence” by NoisyCell played through his earphones. “Arigatou,” he replied. “But seriously, go to sleep. Didn’t you say you’re coming to Haneda tomorrow? From Yoyogi, that’s an early trip~” TING. A new reply. A selfie from Sakura—she was lying on her side, curled up in bed.

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

I told him but he immediately hugged me suddenly so I felt like I wanted to cry but I held it back because I'm not a child anymore so he might tell me that I'm a child. "Forgive me Heart, I won't do it again, I promise." He turned to me so I just nodded. I couldn't prolong my hate for him, I couldn't do anything but accept his sorry and then he promised. We were eating breakfast when I heard what sounded like the sound of an airplane so I looked at Raphael. "Is Mico coming here?" Raphael asked Adrian so they looked at each other and Raphael shook his head. "Mico is in Japan." Raphael said so they both stood up and Raphael looked at me.

Sora whispered but I silenced him with a kiss, thrusting into him as he moaned into my mouth. Sora was so lost in pleasure that he started speaking Japanese. His voice sounded both out of pain and pleasure as he mentioned two words that had my body trembling. "Kimochi" and "ochinchin" were so sexy coming out of his mouth. I pulled out of him, pushing him on all fours as I grabbed his waist thrusting into him hard. Sora was screaming, crying and moaning soundless words as I stroked his cock, his brain short circuited as he called my name. He was close and even though I couldn't understand Japanese I knew that he was "Gamen dekinai" meant.

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”

He looked troubled. “Did I offend you, young miss? Forgive me.” I shook my head and waved my arms. How to do this? I grabbed one of the flowers from the garden and smeared it across my arm. I wrote what I wanted to say and then I showed it to Seichi. He looked at me, confused. I pointed to my arm and he read aloud. “I am Senju Yukina; I didn't mean to offend you. My throat hurts and I cannot talk. I’m sorry.” I pulled back my arm and wiped the blue writings off. He laughed.

He plopped himself on the sofa again and then said, “When we were in Japan three months ago. You forgot already?” I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to remember it. Big difference. “I still have photos of you wearing that kimono in my phone,” he said. Both Sakura and Akira looked excited while Jess nodded her head. She said, “Isaac showed them to me. Believe me, this uke is the real deal.” Uke? Did Jess just say uke to Akira and Sakura? Suddenly I realized why they got along so well. Jess had found herself more BL fans.

"First of all, Aria, I don't need your freakin' like! I have plenty of people who like me, and even if I lose all my likers, I still wouldn't accept your like! I'd rather delete my I*******m account. Second, you wanted to be in my shoes? Are you sure?! You want Dad's attention, right? And you also want to be Mommy's daughter, right? You already have Daddy's attention, that's enough! You don't need to become Mommy's daughter! She's mine! You've always wanted to take everything from me! First, it was Jiro, then Kent! And then Daddy, and now you want Kenzo too, right? Really? Aren't you tired of always trying to snatch everything I have? Kent is already your husband!" And then I stood up, I'm l