Novel & Cerita Sakura Centric Ao3

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

For his large body, he also had a hearty attitude. “Little missy, how do you deal with the silent one?” he asked. I laughed, leaning against Alpha Kaden’s arm. “We are working on it. Right, sweetheart?” Alpha Kaden replied with a grunt. Alpha Pinewood chuckled. “Ain’t that cute. We're just gonna wait a few more minutes for the others. Goddess knows Cherry Blossom is always late.” Cherry Blossom, or by her real name, Sakura. The Japanese wife of the Alpha Toby Gates of the Dashforest pack.

Slowly, she lifted her hand and gently caressed the tattoo, his wet skin, with her fingertips, stroking the lines of cherry blossoms and the word SNOW. Darcy sucked in his breath as Sakura stroked him. She was making him weak, enticing him and awakening his desire. It was a moment that bonded them. Slowly, he brought his hand up and rested it gently on the side of her face, his fingers intimately entwining with her wet hair. He shut his eyes for a moment, inhaling her sweet scent. When he opened them again, he saw her watching him. The look in her eyes, bright and curious and ready for him to take her, brought Darcy to his knees. She was enchanting.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Sakura’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as she looked at Garfield. “Of course! You are going to be my future wife. Who else would I give that kind of good stuff to if I got it? Saki, let’s kiss.” Garfield had previously demanded to kiss Sakura several times, but she had always refused. Sakura didn’t refuse him this time, and the two appeared to have reached a point of intense passion. Garfield had already closed his eyes when their lips were about to touch. He was soon in the mood, reaching a state of near ecstasy.

Magnificent, elegant, and sophisticated, the mythical form of god Ophiuchus, the Zodiac god of the destined ‘she’ and the name that was given to the Pegasus that both of them knew by heart and across the different worlds and books didn’t change a bit. “Zero.” They both call, now having that fluttering feeling inside their hearts. Like children with their first encounter with the butterfly-like feeling inside their belly. Then a warm smile draws to their faces, a first and at the moment after time and days, made them express that genuine expression that at some point they both almost forget. “You both are here.” The scent of Sakura flower, eyes that resemble the starry night sky, hair that re

"Hope, you will go with us before we'll leave this place tomorrow." Near the wide river sparkled like gem under the bright sun, a fully bloom Sakura Tree was located. A bunch of pink petals falls down like gentle rain on this bright sunny day. The wind blows followed by a sweet fragrance and green grassy ground sways along with the current. Mizu was sitting in front of a wooden cross with a bunch of flowers in vibrant colors the couple given and some were picked by Mizu freshly in the woods, are laid on the grave. "Mom, I'm here again." the wind blows to her melancholy.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

I’m not enjoying the game any more than I am the continued advances of the skinny, minky blonde I’d opened myself back up to. No matter how many times I lean out of her touch, Maka finds another way to keep us close. Currently, my ‘date’ is sitting on the back of the sofa with her knees by my shoulders, while she rubs my back. “You are so, tense,” her face falls on my neck with a little drool or possibly, her licking me as she says this. Sokin is the only other one aside from myself, Aya, Taki, Sugar and Iken that are still going two arcs in. Every one else is passed out somewhere between the two levels.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"