Sakura Haruno Fan Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In her hand, a small paper bag filled with snacks they had picked together. On her phone, a selfie of the two of them in front of Rainbow Bridge. It all felt like a dream. But it wasn’t. That night, Sakura’s heart was warm—and quietly hurting. Because she knew… their next meeting is uncertain. “If the universe allows us to meet again…” “If only I could drive,” she thought. “I’d take him all the way to Narita myself. I wouldn’t care how far it is.” She walked through the streets of Shinbashi, now blanketed by night,

Kira gave Saga a pleading look, he raised both of his hands in surrender, "I've had my shares. You're on your own." * After the phone call, Kira and Saga decided to eat their breakfast in the living room. They sat there and talk about their favorite cartoon, and their embarrassing memories of their childhood. Kira told him about the time she love to sneak out of the house riding her tricycle giving everyone a scare, or how one time at middle school she thought it would be a good idea to cut her own bangs, while Saga told her about his first roller coaster experience and how he puked in front of his crush and how he hated Tuesdays because he seems to be very unlucky every Tuesdays -until the

And then at last she came to Zen and scouted between me and him. "I missed you brother", she said cheerfully in nihongo. Zen smiled back at her. "And you must be the boyfriend" she looked towards me. Pulling me into an unexpected hug. "By the way Iam Erina Kirishima", she said forwarding her hand towards me for a handshake. "Nice to meet you Erina. I am Haru Salvador", I answered. "I know. I am a big fan of your mother Sakura Salvador" she said excited. "I've always wanted to know, what kind of person could that be who could melt my brother's ice cold heart" she said eyeing at her brother.

The scent of Sakura flower, eyes that resemble the starry night sky, hair that represents the ombre purple tone, and the face and the figure that they both got from, undoubtedly prove their identities. “Haruna, Haru.” She opens her arms wide, smiling with the utmost warmth and care. With tears that are now falling from her eyes, and the memories that she finally had and a bit longer than anyone could anticipate. The motherly instinct and the warmth that transcended through space and worlds. Daniela calls out to her children from the other world and books. “Mother!”

The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter. Irritated, Sakura flipped her long hair dramatically in an attempt to regain his attention. The motion whipped across Tarzan’s face, hitting him in the eye. “What the—?” he groaned, eyes snapping open. Lena finally looked over. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful, plump Asian girl in the mini skirt leaning toward Tarzan. “I’m so sorry!” Sakura said with fake sweetness. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my hair.” Lena’s stomach twisted as Sakura reached out to touch his face. Before she could, Tarzan’s hand shot up instinctively, slapping her fingers away.

Never would she had expected for Sakiko to forgive her just like that. She had wronged her so much and honestly didn't expect it, if she was to be the one, she doubted she would have so easily. After her birthday party, it dawned on her that Sasuke doesn't like her, he had eyes only for Sakiko, but she got so angry and took up a fight to vent her anger on Sakiko. It was when Mrs Hasegawa threatened to call their parents, she knew she was done for if her parents travelled back and found out what she had done, fought in school over a boy.

“Hector is forced back to Wolsing.” “There is no one in Mordu who can help you now. You’re nothing.” “Under these circumstances, what is the value of keeping you alive?” “The only reason I’m keeping you alive for now is because it’s still bright outside.” “When the sky grows dark, I’ll feed you and your sister to the fishes after I’m done eating.” Harvey spoke in a calm tone, but his words sent Sakura’s eyes twitching in horror. Sakura had worked painstakingly for both the Shindan Way and Miyamoto Corporation on Country H for many years, and paid a huge price to get to where she was.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

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.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to