Sakura Cote Novels & Stories

"I should’ve asked where he lived. Now I don’t even know where to start looking." Sebastian took out his phone. "I’ll have Tyler investigate." After giving instructions, he ended the call. Then, Caitlin suddenly thought of something. Her head snapped toward Sebastian. "Sebastian! Take me somewhere." "Where?" "Sakura Ridge!" Sebastian’s expression shifted. "Get in." Without hesitation, he sped toward the outskirts of the city. --- ### Sakura Ridge One of the largest cherry blossom trees stood atop a small hill—a tree that had stood for years, its thick trunk towering above the land.

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.

Quinze minutes plus tard Je me gare sur le parking du NataliaSpa. C'est le plus grand spa de la Côte Est. Monsieur Jalil, le père de Ramona n'a pas fait les choses à moitié. Le spa propose une panoplie de services, des soins de visage, de corps, bronzage UV, cosmétiques, maquillages, shopping. Il y a même un coin détente. Monsieur Jalil y a donné le nom de sa femme. Je trouve ça magnifique.

“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

The Bentley’s door opened with a quiet click, and cool night air brushed against my skin. Liam stepped out first, tall and confident, his unbuttoned shirt showing just enough of his chest under the warm light at the restaurant’s entrance. The place looked stunning; traditional and serene. Red lanterns hung above the wooden gate, koi swam lazily in clear ponds, and soft music played somewhere inside. The two doormen in yukata bowed deeply as we approached. “Welcome to Sakura Haven, Mr. Smith,” they said together, smiling politely. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'