Novel & Cerita Sakura Fan Art

Sabrina snapped her fingers in front of me and that was all it took to pull me back to the present. “Are you even listening to me?” she asked and I sighed. “Uhhh… yes, yes.” I blinked back a couple of times, willing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings again. “I heard you.” I said. “Of course.” She knew I was lying but she knew better than to push it. “The mating ceremony will be so fun. What if you find your mate there, Kieran?” Sabrina said. “Yeah.” I gulped. “That would be nice.”

Mayumi and Sayaka started to fight each other, ignoring everyone. Monica looked at Mayumi and Sayaka who started to quarrel again and couldn't help but shake his head. In truth, he understood that Misaki really made a "welcoming anime" for him, Sorata, and Shiina, after all, the three aircraft were made after him, Sorata, and Shiina, and the fighter cat robot was Misaki, then the bombing was the dialogue between people in Sakurasou, and lastly, the planet on the final scene was Sakurasou. "It's not bad, right? But it is a bit rushed, what do you think?" Misaki looked back at the crowd, hoping someone would get her some advice. The microphone was first aimed at Sorata, who was sitting the far

Azul explained when he told her about the amount of power he already transferred to her. Saiya just sighed after remembering his words from a few days ago when she told her about her plan to leave the village. It is painful for her to leave the place that loved her unconditionally but she needs to set her feelings aside. With her troubled mind, she closed her eyes. Soon after, Saiya heard someone calling her from below. When she looked down, she saw Cicila, again with arms on her waist. "There you are!" She exclaimed. Saiya just grinned before she climbed down, "Busted," she even whispered but Cicilla heard it.

"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.

BASTIAN "Sammy? Please. Tell me what's going on?" I walk around to the front of her. The moonlight shines on her silky, disheveled hair. Her hands are black with the charcoal from the charcoal stick she's drawing with. As I look closer, bandage is torn and covered in blood. Her hands work overtime, drawing a picture. I crouch down and try to see her face. I'm afraid to touch her. Her eyes cast a pink glow on the floor as she growls low.