Sakura Heffron Novels & Stories

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”.