Sakura Cote Novels & Stories

And the folk that passed that way said to one another, “See, yonder stands Sakura-ko, Flower of the Cherry, the beautiful dancer of Gim, the geisha without peer.” But Sakura-ko looked down and mused and said, “Little narrow street of the geisha, paved with bitterness and broken hearts, your houses are full of vain hopes and vain regrets; youth and love and grief dwell here. The flowers in your gardens are watered with tears.” The gentlemen of Gim, must needs have their pleasure, so Sakura-ko served at feasts every night. They whitened her cheeks and her forehead, and gilded her lips with beni. She wore silk attires, gold and purple and grey and green and black, obi of brocade magnificently t

"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.

Nicolas asked. Sakura shook her head. “I’m here with Akira.” Nicolas raised a brow. “Oh?” Sakura chuckled. “Don’t give me that oh? We’re having lunch.” “What about Sebastian and Darcy?” Nicolas asked. Sakura said, “They’ll be here soon.” “I see,” Nicolas said. Sakura turned her attention to Noah then and said, “You having lunch with a friend?” “Noah,” Nicolas said. “A new member of our marketing team at the company.”

Sakurashinmachi. Kenji typically avoided hasty judgments, but the sudden change in Akiko's mood following a survey in the same vicinity as the Nakamura residence was a striking coincidence. “What’s the exact address of the house in Sakurashinmachi?” Kenji asked. “Hold on.” Ryu went back to searching. “Tokyo Prefecture / Setagaya / Sakurashinmachi / District 2 / Block 28 / House number 8,” he said after finding the address.

His dark aura never changed and people avoided coming too close. “Here you go, this place right here.” She pointed to her screen. “I know you don’t know the city very well. You just go up this street one mile, go left and then one more mile. The place is called Sakura, but it’s just a drug business with a restaurant as a front. From the intel that was gathered there are a good many demons here. They are powerful, run the rest in the city. It took a good number of lives to get this information.” She was moving through screens quickly and showing him images of the place. How many rooms, how many people there might be.

With a dark face, Sorata looked up at Monica, who was still silent. "...Yamada-san, in fact, Oga-kun lives in Sakurasou just like me." Sorata also wanted to drag Monica with him, since he didn't feel comfortable that no one knew that Monica was living in Sakurasou. They were living in the same place so shouldn't Monica also receive the same treatment as him?

It was a picture-perfect cottage with an English garden full of roses, lavender, and honeysuckle. “That’s your house?” Conrad asked in awe. “It’s pretty nice.” “No,” Sakura said, meaning it wasn’t her house. “Not really.” None of them paid any attention to the meaning behind her words, however, and they all got out of the car. Conrad took care to aid her even if she didn’t want the help.

Akira sat opposite of Siena and Alfonso. “Mister Yamada, I believe you know why we’re coming,” Siena started talking. “Of course, Miss Mori. This is the ownership document of Sakura Hotel, it’s all under your name,” Akira spoke, showing document in a folder. Few fine creases formed around his eyes while he was smiling. “How does it feel to return to your birthplace?” “Y-you know that I was born in Gotemba?” Siena asked, startled.

she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.” We ended in Shibuya, crossing the famous scramble at dusk when the lights came on and the city felt like it was breathing. Sakura insisted we stop at a tiny café famous for matcha parfaits. I managed half of the towering green-and-white confection before my stomach gently protested. She didn’t push, just ordered ginger tea instead. By the time we returned to the Suzuki estate the sky had turned indigo, strung with stars. Dante was waiting in the courtyard, coat slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking tired but content.

“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