Sakura Lemon Fanfic Novels & Stories

“My necklace was at the scene. Don’t you think someone might have been trying to frame me?” The determination in those red eyes, like two clumps of burnt umber, gave me pause. It was a look I’d never seen in them before, and something about it… impressed me. Maybe my mate wasn’t as weak as I once thought. Suddenly, Lucas’s eyes glowed, indicating an incoming mind link. Elena and I both turned to him, waiting. When it was finished, I was surprised to see him look at Elena and not me. “Luna, the person you were looking for has been found.”

"This is not just your personal matter. An heir is crucial to the future of our pack. If you won’t accept Zoey, I can arrange other women for you." "We’ll talk about this later!" I rubbed my temples, not wanting to argue with him anymore. *** Five years ago, I planted a lemon tree at the spot where Freya’s plane crashed. Now, the tree had fruit on it. The lemons smelled fragrant but were also very sour. I stayed in Santorini for one night. In the evening, I was sitting alone at the bar, drinking, when a woman dressed seductively came over to strike up a conversation.

A massive black wolf knocked over baskets of flowers as he sprinted toward the exit. He left me standing alone at the altar. I stood there, watching him go, and felt a strange sense of relief. My phone buzzed. A new notification from Seraphina: 【Just had a friend fake a kidnapping, and he really ditched that woman and came running. Guess it's pretty clear who the true love is~】 A moment later, a text from Lyra: Everything is ready. Remember your promise. I took a deep breath, wiping a single tear from my eye.

"I mean, you've been busy looking after Stella lately. How would she have had the time to tell you? She decided to leave right after I got her out of the swamp yesterday." He glanced at his wristwatch. "And… she should be in Northmoon by now." "No, she isn't! This prank isn't funny, Chris!" Alexander blurted out angrily. "Why would she abandon me to go to a place so far away?" Christopher raised an eyebrow. "She left me—her brother—behind. Why can't she do the same to you?" "Because I was going to hold a mating ceremony with her! She'll be my Luna, and we've been dating for seven years!"

The woman coughed, gaze darting around until it landed on me. “So,” she croaked, “the lost Luna truly lives.” “I was never lost,” I replied evenly. “Who sent you?” She smiled faintly despite cracked lips. “No one. I ran.” “From what?” “From the woman who thinks she already sits on your throne.” Lyra. Rowan folded his arms. “Convenient story.” The spy laughed weakly. “Believe what you want. But Silver Fang prepares to move. Not with fangs first… with contracts.”

Sora grimaces, “Can we stop talking about him already?” I don’t miss the pain in her voice when she pleads to me to drop it, but I just can’t. There’s something very obvious playing here, Cameron was in love with Sora but for some reason he’s chosen to be with Daisy and I wonder why. I just can’t believe that he would in his right mind pick plastic cheating Barbie over his best friend. I open my mouth to say something but Sora shoots me a glare, rolling her eyes. Darn, she’s feisty. I like it.

“As you wish, Mr Yukimura” “You little— ”. _________ “She totally likes you”. Sakura sits at the vanity, facing the mirror and brushing her damp hair gently. “No she doesn’t”. Saeko groans. “Tell her Sorahiko”. “She does”. I’m surfing the net, trying to see if I can find anything about ‘Raven’. I haven’t had any luck yet. “See?”. Sakura snorts teasingly. “She doesn’t like me”. Saeko grits out. “If she did, why would she spend all that time on the jet feeding me apples?”.

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.

“It’s not that. You smelled more like yourself, like Sakamaki Yuu.” “Wha-” I gaped. I don’t understand what he was trying to tell me. “Pretty confusing, right? Well that is what it is. Your soul as Sakamaki Yuu is slowly mixing together with Lancelot Ral Constance. If let be, you both will become one. It may be a happy occasion, if you want to assume it that way, but it can also be a bad thing. It’s up to you what you wanted to think this occurrence as.” Izana paused a bit to adjust my position in his arm. I told him to let me down after that, yet he insisted on wanting to carry me. The conversation continued.

Eriko chimed in, “Oh yeah! And didn’t you ask us to come with you to that Indonesia festival a while ago? What’s going on, Sa-chan~?” Sakura flustered, “I-I’m just… curious, that’s all.” Eriko leaned in closer, grinning, “Really? Then why are your cheeks and ears so red, hmm?” Mia hugged her from behind, giggling, “Aww, who made our Sa-chan turn this cute all of a sudden?” “Who is he?” Eriko pushed teasingly. “Nobody! Just… a friend!” Sakura snapped, too quickly. “A friend… or a ‘friend’?” they echoed in unison, delighted.