Sakura Kinomoto Clear Card Novels & Stories

Unlike the first time she had used it, Belle confidently handed over the black card that had been sitting in her wallet for months. "Madame Belle, your signature, please," the cashier said politely, handing her the electronic pad. Belle smiled and signed without hesitation. "Thank you, Madame. Here is your receipt and transaction slip. It was a pleasure seeing you again." "Thank you," Belle replied warmly. As soon as she accepted the shopping bags, they were immediately taken from her hands by Mac and the security personnel accompanying her. "Thank you, Mr. Mac," Belle said with a grateful smile. "It's my job, Young Madame," Mac replied with a respectful nod.

While Sonya was still confused, the cashier invited Nina to complete her payment for the items she had purchased. Nina smiled, opened her bag, took a card from her wallet, and gave it to the cashier. Sonya was wide-eyed at the black card issued by Nina. The young woman was no ordinary person. In the past, Sonya had whined to her grandfather to ask Nathan's grandfather to give her that facility, but she was scolded instead.

“I told you! Sakura-chan likes you!” Natsumi reached out her hand to the front. She raised her fingers up slightly. “Come here, Sakura. Our guests are leaving now.” Sakura’s wings fluttered slightly. Her eyes seemed to turned slightly, and she flapped her wings, flying to Natsumi and perching on her wrist. “Good girl.” Natsumi said, rubbing Sakura’s long stomach softly and earning a few flaps of pink dust from her wings. Jai watched that in fascination for a few seconds before he also got up in the carriage. He gave another wave to the Akamine. “And thank you for ordering us a mount, Tsubasa-san.”

she asked. Emma nodded. "Yes." "And you think I'm good for the Job, just by looking at me?" Cassandra asked. "Oh, you'll undergo a critical scrutiny that's if you are interested but my instincts never lie." Emma replied flashing her white set of teeth. "So I come in tomorrow?" Cassandra asked. "Yes if you can, here's the company's card." Emma said as she handed a cream coloured small card. The card read 'Clearview Enterprises'. "Clearview?" Cassandra asked.

Behind the invitation was a paper with just one sentence. "Target: Hitotsu Shiho, Gender: Male, get details on order 66. Passcode: Full moon and starry night in the same sentence. Good luck." (This is good, Kadachi has to go to this event too so maybe I can tag along with him and use this as a cover.)

The sales assistant, seeing it was a black card, respectfully took it with both hands. While waiting, Scarlett casually asked, "How much is left on the card?" The sales assistant replied, "This is an unlimited card. You can spend as much as you like." Scarlett was stunned, "???" Did she hear that right? "Say that again! What? I can spend as much as I want?!"

Damon gave her his card and she took it because that's what you do when a man like Damon Kincaid hands you something — you don't refuse. You don't make a scene. You close your fingers around the black rectangle like it's nothing, like it's just paper, like the heat that jumped between his skin and yours was static electricity and not something else entirely. Now she's in the back of the sedan Haruko called for her, staring at it. Black card. Silver lettering. No company logo — just his name and a phone number embossed in clean sans-serif. The cardstock is heavy, almost thick enough to be plastic, with a subtle texture like linen. She runs her thumb across the numbers. Once. Twice.

Summitomo is a financial giant that manages retail and investments, whereas Sonny is well-known for technology and gaming. Akiko didn’t even want to imagine the combined value of those two companies. They were clearly above Shingi Fusaya, which Akiko had already considered quite impressive. “That’s why we can’t be late,” Kyoko added, reinforcing the point for Akiko, who had been dragging her feet earlier. Akiko wanted to argue that they still had plenty of time, but Mori cut her off with a wave of his hand, signaling Akiko and Kyoko to step aside from the path and line up along the edge of the road.

“From now on… let’s talk more. When you come to Tokyo again, let’s explore new places together… and I’d like to spend more time with your host family too.” A soft breeze passed by. The city lights continued to twinkle beyond the glass. And somehow, it felt like Ai ni Dekiru Koto wa Mada Aru Kai by RADWIMPS is floating in the background—wrapping their silence in a quiet, moving soundtrack. Sakura looked down briefly, hesitated, then raised her gaze again. “And… is it okay if I call you sometimes? Or… video call you?” Her cheeks flushed pink. So did her ears. Sakura was nervous—but she was honest.

Sakura sighed with relief at this, but her relief was short-lived when Haruka said, “I’m afraid it will be very expensive. The pink diamond is very rare. To find it and then cut it…” Sakura felt her heart sink again. “In that case, I think I will have to get a loan from the bank.” Akira gasped. “Do you know how much it’ll cost? It’ll take you years to complete the repayment. Besides, what bank would loan you that type of money for a diamond?” Sakura admitted she was green to this type of thing, but she was desperate, after all. “I’m sure Oba-chan can work something out,” Akira commented. “If you want, I can help you find modeling work. You’re a bit short, but I’m sure it’s no problem back in