Novel & Cerita Sakura Haruno

Ugh. “I’ll just buy some candies,” Miya announced. “Imagine how we’re just a microspeckle in this universe yet we deal with so much pain.” Aiko didn’t know how to respond to that, instead she pulled him towards her. “Goo, the guy you were talking to last night, didn’t you say he’s your basketball teammate in your previous school?” Goo followed her gaze. “Oh, yeah, that’s Kalli. Why? You like him?” He teased.

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

The second is Sakura . Sakura is a sect for Protectors. People who want to be protected by the sect can pay protectors to guard them. But of course you need a lot of money to hire them. Thus, most of the people who can hired them are those people with power and influence. Phoenix Flare Division is an all female division known for their hypnotizing and mind manipulation ability. This division is full of beautiful roses but not just a pretty vases one. They are very dangerous division. The Medical House is where the best doctors and poison masters in the world gathers.

She tilted her head to the side before saying, “Athena, scan her.” From somewhere beside Carter, a woman, clad in dark brown cloak, appeared from the crowd. Her braided caramel light hair and her rounded eyes reminded him of Suna in a sense, although she looked more mature. She walked closer to them. Then, with a gentle smile, she said, “Excuse me for a moment.”

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

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.

“Tell me what happened. Please Sora…tell me what’s going on…” “You’re all I have, you know?…What am I supposed to do without you? Who do I even trust?”. Her voice cracks. “I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me…I can’t protect you…or myself, Sora”. I give in. I pick up the phone— I didn’t plan to. I just loved on impulse. Sakura Hoshino is headstrong and smart. She’s full of grit and courage…she’s not indecisive and afraid. She’s not a person who falters— she is not Hana Shiozaki.

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.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.