Sakura Long Hair の小説・ストーリー

“Thanks, I guess. And what are you doing with my hair?” Sebastian, who was currently caressing a striking hair embellishment in the shape of a butterfly, said, “I’m curious as to what this is.” Sakura wrapped her hand around his wrist to make him stop. “It’s a hair ornament to make me look pretty. Stop messing with my hair. Do you have any idea how long it took for Kay to do this chignon? An hour and a half, you know, and my whole body was sore after sitting for so long. If you mess it up, Kay will be very upset, and I will also be very upset because we’ll have to go through it all over again. Not to mention Mr. Tachibana because then there’ll be a delay.”

The other girls up on the stage are still dancing, but almost everyone’s attention is on the group huddled in the middle of the floor. I threw back the third one and snorted. I half choked, half laughed knowing that Star probably has some poor sap eating out of her ass cheeks and selling his soul for some bump and grind. It would also explain why Randy was a little short with me on what’s going on on the floor. He’s made it obvious that he liked her with the little things he did for her. My body warmed slightly and I asked him for two more shots when a couple of girls leaned on the counter next to me. “Oh my Gods, can you believe how hot he is?" Sakura squealed. She was a big Naruto fan and

— It’s a good comparison, but it doesn’t fit Aronohai Misa. With her easygoing character, her heterochromic eyes, and the controlled sense of danger she exudes— she’s more like an exotic large feline. Like a tiger pretending to be domesticated by a hare. Sakura would find the situation amusing, if she weren’t the ‘hare’ in question. She opens her mouth to try saying something but is cut off by Misa’s strange actions. The she-alpha drags Sakura’s palm down the side of her face and repeatedly nuzzles into it. Either she’s playing into her role of a tiger, or she really likes the scent of Sakura’s pheromones.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

Sara stood under the cherry blossom tree, the chilly atmosphere bringing goosebumps all over her skin, the cool breeze whipped through her curly hair, working its way and successfully making the packed bun look greasly. Becoming frustrated at having to wait for Christian for so long, she wanked of the ribbon and the tight bun fell down her back in a pile of long tresses. *********** Christian saw her, he saw the angel of his dreams, she was so pretty under the cherry blossom tree, her hair so long and curly was currently being whipped different ways by the wind.

Kenji pulled out a chair, and the woman sat across from him. "Just call me Sakura. Do you mind if I call you Kenjiki-san?" She asked with a smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." Kenji could understand. Sudden familiarity didn’t necessarily mean disrespect. According to the file he had read, Sakura Nakano had lived abroad for a long time. "You look more handsome than in the photo." Sakura complimented him in a smooth and bold manner. Her time abroad was once again reflected. This kind of bold character was uncommon among Japanese women. Kenji didn’t mind the character, but she still wasn’t the woman he wanted.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the old house. Samantha and Yurika walked hand in hand. Samantha wore delicate makeup, a light blue long dress that outlined her graceful figure, and her black long hair curled up like seaweed, hanging over her shoulders. Like a beauty from the 80s or 90s, with distinct features, charming red lips, and a variety of styles. Yurika wore a red dress matching her style, smiling gracefully like a blooming poppy, incredibly beautiful. The two had completely different styles.

"Which looks better on me? Pink or red?" Sakura asked me, holding up two lipstick tubes on either sides of her lips. She had dyed her hair strawberry blonde and did it into two pigtails. She actually looked cute. "Both suit you" I said to her, refocusing on the game. Well it wasn't a game. Just practise. Haruto and Toshiro asked me to wait for them and give them a ride home. The only reason Sakura was with me is because Yua didn't want to talk to any of us.

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.

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.