Sakura Dad Novels & Stories

"I'll take care of everything." "Alright then," Sussie says, getting up from the couch and giving me a quick hug. "I guess I'll see you later, Dad. And don't forget about introducing me to Lexie!" "I won't," I assure her, returning the embrace. "Have a great time at the hotel, okay? Book a spa as a treat."

I'm not going to any dinner, and if something gets in the papers, I'll deny it and you'll get the embarrassment of your life. The mother blushes. - I'll try to postpone dinner. - It's not a postpone, it is a cancellation. - I can't - she says blushing. – it is out of my control. - what the fuck are you saying? - Do you know who Ichiro Sota is? - Japan's biggest businessman? I know very well how he is. He has already tried to buy my company twice. - He has a daughter who studied in the United States, and now she lives in Philadelphia. She wants to stay and live in America, so her father wants her to marry someone. You have the honor of being that someone.

Her heart sank. "If you keep pushing, you'll lose him. For good." "You already lost one son. Do you want to lose a grandson too?" "Enough!" Gerald's voice cracked like a whip. His chest heaved. "I'm not hurting him. I'm saving him. Saving this family." Andrea opened her mouth. Closed it. There was nothing left to say. Her father's fear of losing control had swallowed everything else. She stood slowly. "Your tea's getting cold, Dad. Drink it while it's warm."

His father remained the current chairman, known for conservative but strategic expansion. The foundation of the company was stable. Disciplined. And deeply entrenched in global markets. Kazuki accepted Jaycee's handshake politely. "You flatter me," he replied in smooth, lightly accented English. "I am merely following my father's teachings." His tone carried the understated humility often associated with Sakura business culture. Jaycee laughed heartily. "So humble, Mr. Hoshino." He gestured toward himself. "I am Cedric's father, Jaycee Torres."

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

he said in anguish. Sakura’s tears flowed down her cheeks. “Daddy James, please, you’ve done nothing wrong.” James brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I’m so sorry, Sakura. I’ve failed as a father. I couldn’t protect you.” Sakura shook her head. “No, you didn’t fail. You’re a marvelous father, and I’m your daughter.” She raised up and touched her hand to his face. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Daddy James, and thank you for everything. You will always be my Daddy James.”

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.

The complexities of balancing personal and professional aspects of their lives lingered in the room, leaving them both with a shared understanding that the path to a more open relationship required careful consideration and patience. *********************** Jayden sat in his office, the dim light casting a contemplative atmosphere around him. His mind was occupied with the weight of a business deal, one that seemed elusive without the support of a powerful ally. The person who held the key to this particular venture was none other than his father, Bryan.

my dad said. "Just give me money. I don't need your company. I'm working at the Foreister company." His face fell as he looked at me. "So, you want Saito to handle the company?" "Of course, Dad. That's why he started a business, right?" "It's okay with me, though," Saito replied to Dad, so I nodded in agreement. "But my other Dad wants me to take over his company after he retires," he added, furrowing my brow.