Sakura From Naruto Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

It was now I could see his resemblance to Ren and boy was Sora just what every man and woman would want in a partner. He could cook, clean, he listened more, he helped out, he was great with kids, independent, charmingly stubborn, beautiful and best of all... He was himself. No lies to his qualities. He asked a lot of questions and most times spoke in Japanese when he was nervous, shy or angry and that was what made me love him more. Nothing about him reminded me of Hana except possibly their red hair and brown eyes. We got to a cafe popular with the folks for its coffee art but Sora was more of a tea person than coffee.

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

Their eyes were sharp, and a quick glance at them revealed that these two were combat experts. This woman was Sakura, the lady of the Fukuda family. The three climbed all the way up the mountain after getting out the vehicle. Kurama, Tyr, and others were already waiting for them at the top of the mountain when they arrived. Garfield’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Sakura, who looked beautiful with exquisite features and sexy curves.

The last day of their break, Sasuke went to visit Sakiko. He got into the compound and greeted the Gardner, then made his way to the entrance of the house. When he got to the front door, he rang the doorbell and in a matter of seconds, someone opened the door. He saw a giddy girl before him. She had round eyes, pert pink lips, pointed average size nose, a perfect cheekbone and asymmetrical V- shape faced. She looked just like Sakiko, but the difference was her shorter hair which reached below her breast, her nose, lips, of which hers was more full and her eyes, they were a shade of dark brown.

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.

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.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

Nothing about this woman can be called motherly— even the way she speaks can grate on the nerves of a saint. “My name is Sakura”. Sakura takes pleasure in the way her lips curve in a disgusted sneer. “That is not the name I gave you”. She places her spoon on her napkin with a frown. “Hana is a name more suitable for a well-trained omega…not that vulgar name you’ve picked”. “What do you have against cherry blossoms?”. She knows how much that question would annoy her, and she takes pleasure in it. “One would think you’re not really Japanese with the way you act”.