Sakura Heffron Novels & Stories

Saphira gets up very early, goes to the bathroom, gets ready, puts on a nice dress and some sneakers, and puts her high heels in her suitcase. The 20 minutes it took her to get from home to work were done on foot, and sneakers were much more comfortable. She looks in the mirror and doesn't even recognize herself. She has beautiful dresses, an apartment, a good job, and a boss who helps her keep her bank account well-off. She made the bed, watered the plants, and then went to the kitchen. There, she took out the plastic box containing a cake she had made in gratitude. She took her bag and cake, went out, and closed the door.

She had just joined the pack not long ago and this was the first time she met the alpha. "Alpha, it is our luna. She suddenly fainted in her room." The healer said in a slow voice that almost sounded like a whisper. "What did you just say?" Mark asked. "The luna, she fainted in her room and now we are asking you to go and take a look." The healer said. “Healer Sean is giving her a checkup. They asked me to come and inform you.” "What am I supposed to do? It is not like I can cure her. Why don't you do your job and stop wasting time? I will come and see her once she is awake?" Mark asked in an annoyed tone.

“A new member of our marketing team at the company.” Sakura leaned forward and offered her hand. Noah took it and said, “Hi.” “Hi,” Sakura said. “I hope you like it at the office. And I hope Nicolas isn’t too hard on you, you know, working you to the bone,” she whispered. “He’s a workaholic, just like the rest of the family. Well, except for Tristan and Logan.” Another female approached them. The moment Noah saw her, he knew she was Japanese, and she was damn hot. She looked like a supermodel.

I was both nervous and excited. “Hi! Are you Harper?” After we got our luggage and walked out of the baggage claim area, an Asian woman holding a sign approached us. “Yes, I am. And you are…?” “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Sakura, I work for Time Design Company. The manager sent me to pick you up.” She was petite, but her personality was much more assertive than what I had imagined an Asian woman would be. “See, this is our driver, Sato. He’ll be taking care of your schedule while you're here. I’ll take you to your accommodation first.”

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

It was obvious that they were so close and comfortable with each other companion. “Sakura always had that kind of positive aura and good sense of humor that made everyone enjoy being around her. I remember the first time I saw her, she was like… like sakura flower…. Glowing and enchanting everyone with her beauty,” Stefano continued, his eyes slowly welling with tears.

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

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.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan. Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes. “Hi,” she said in a soft, high-pitched voice, smiling brightly. “I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you a model or something?” Tarzan glanced at her from the side. “No.” His tone made it clear he wanted the conversation to end there. “Really? You’ve got that look. I’m Sakura — half American, half Japanese.” She tilted her head playfully. “What’s your name?”