Sakura Centric Ao3 Novels & Stories

Shimpi snored lightly. Terese blew out the lamp after placing the charm book in one of the drawers in Shinja's dressing table. Then she headed to the window that was letting in azure moonbeams like that of a calm clear ocean whose waves swayed effortlessly, she began mumbling to herself in deep thought and concentration.

Turning, I saw who it was. Lizzy Carver. The lead packtracker's daughter, little miss perfect, and Gerad Justin's girlfriend till date. Behind her, her two other minions sashayed forward to take their permanent place four inches behind her and be a pain in my neck in five... Four... Three... Two... O-- "If it isn't Latilda," said Sarah Jones. A bored, icy mask took over my face and I drummed my fingers on the counter. "Like your current relationship, the name's gotten stale. Time to change it... The name, I mean."

But as soon as he attempts to merge with Saiya's shadow, a barrier constricts him. "Azul!" He hissed. Saiya, on the other hand, could not hear anything anymore other than Azul's voice. It was like he silenced everything and concentrated her attention on him. It was one of his powers; The Supreme Authority. He could not do it since Saiya started having connections with other people because the darkness in her mind is being lightened by her surrounding. But now that she is being engulfed with mixed emotions such as hate, sorrow, and confusion; darkness had been eating her heart once again.

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.

The silence that follows is deafening, God Cam is making this so darn easy feeding Sora to me on a freaking platter. Stupid as fuck, who even puts their best friend in an uncomfortable situation? Yeah my dimwit brother. Sora’s jaw nearly drops to the floor, I watch her quietly. Her tiny fist clutching her gown, I can see she’s about to either flip Cam off or outrightly reject the offer. “No—” She starts but I cut her off.

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

Although the reaction she expected was completely different from what she got. She had received a hateful glare from the person in question. “Ryker’s wife is so sweet~” “Exactly, if it was me; I’d slap that idiot.” “Don’t be so violent, Hana...” “I wonder what’s wrong with the Laurens, how could they let their wild animal of a daughter cause trouble at an engagement party?” “A party personally hosted by the Riveras... I wish I had her confidence.” With each passing comment, the glare Arya received from the person on the floor intensified.

I soothed, rubbing the spot that was already turning pink from the smack. One thing I loved about Sera was that she had a very generous butt and it was so fuckable and I couldn't wait to enter her for behind. Now, since I had worked on her pussy and she had cum once, it was time I made her scream with pleasure by abusing her ass hole or like I loved to call it, chrysanthemum. I squeezed out a generous amount of lube on the woman's ass especially that tight chrysanthemum that was calling out to me.

Sakura muttered, staring at the ceiling of her room. “Why am I not sleepy? I thought after a full day of work and the nomikai, I’d pass out…” She shifted to her left. Then her right. Still wide awake. Like a child too excited for tomorrow’s field trip—unable to sleep because something fun is waiting. Feeling a little silly, she opened Heri’s I*******m. His feed was filled with snapshots: blue skies, airplane cockpits, Subaru cars, an orange cat, cityscapes from faraway places.

Jun asked trying to follow up with his friend's reasoning. "let's jog up your memory a little bit..." His friend said, " Do you remember certain lazy evenings at the school's library, especially in the spring, there was a sakura tree near the library windows and the light breeze always brought petals into the room whenever the windows are open... One day, as you headed toward the corner where you usually sit, you saw a beautiful raven-haired girl standing there and holding a book in her hands..." "Which one of us was the writer? Because I'm beginning to wonder if our careers got switched for a moment," Jun said uncomfortable with what his friend was saying.