Sakura Matou Novels & Stories

This happens on June 24, 1920. Sakura had to deal with the demands and lack of time from her mother, who was barely at home, which led to a series of arguments, the girl locked herself in her room, after trying to go back to work, sending letters of recommendation., I needed to go back to studying, so the only way was projects and scholarships.

Soon after, the tiny girl, who appeared to be approximately twenty, arrived at Avita, and it was undoubtedly one of the most difficult walks she had ever done in her entire life. Trying her best not to shake from nerves, she approached Avita and greeted her shakily, “Hello, my name is Nyarai Sakura. Madame G directed me here.” Avita gazed at Nyarai with a slight smile on her face for a moment before responding. Seeing her anxiousness and darting eyes, she couldn’t help but smile warmly and answer her pleasantries, “It’s nice to meet you as well. Let’s go inside and have a great chat.”

“Not sleepy yet >.<” Then she send a single word: “Ganbatte!” A quiet smile rose on Heri’s face. The soft chords of “Innocence” by NoisyCell played through his earphones. “Arigatou,” he replied. “But seriously, go to sleep. Didn’t you say you’re coming to Haneda tomorrow? From Yoyogi, that’s an early trip~” TING. A new reply. A selfie from Sakura—she was lying on her side, curled up in bed.

I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully. I woke up to the front door opening. A brown haired woman in a pair of blue scrubs stood in the doorway as she stared at me, confused. Two children, a boy and a girl, stood behind her, equally confused. “Shit, Aunt Viv” he muttered to himself as he quickly got up and rushed the three of them back out the door. It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized he had been cuddled up next to me on the couch. What the fuck was that?

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

I held my chest as I panted bitterly, I don't want to get into Rex's battle again, what if he is back to finish what he couldn't do because of Sara the other day, I don't want to risk being with him. "Oh, dear! Damien new Mistress, what did he do to you this time?" I look at the lady, I haven't seen her before, and she moves closer to me. "I know you don't know me, I am the Luna, the Luna of Damien, I am his fated mate but with you worthless human girl around, my position is about to hit the rock." "How is it my fault?" I asked but her hand went on my face, she just slapped me.

like pillows and whatever else she wanted or enjoyed. "Pomelia," the priestess said softly, rubbing her back softly. "You know mates are a gift from our goddess...if this man is your mate you have to be truthful and accept this." War was surprised at how soft and loving the woman's voice came out. She was like a viper when she spoke to him. "Is he?"

"It's a pleasure." "Hi, I'm April." The high energy girl pulled me in for a hug. Unlike the others, she was very energetic and seemed genuinely happy to meet me. She was around my age and had light brown beautiful skin and long straighten light brown hair that reached her mid back. She wore a yellow floral lace scalloped skater dress and a pair of yellow flats. "I'm the Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack and this-." She pointed to the curvy red head that was standing next to her. "Is my Beta, Nicole."

My cold, dead heart stirred, no, screamed inside me. Mine. No. I clenched my fists on the cracked earth below me. She can’t be. I wouldn’t let this happen. I wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t believe in mates. I didn’t need a mate, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to fall to my knees for a girl I didn’t even know just because the universe said so but then she took one step closer. Just one step, and it hit me like a wrecking ball. Her scent rushed into my lungs. It smelled like the after rain and wildflowers crushed under bare feet. Her scent was alive and I swayed.