Sakura Matou Novels & Stories

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.

"So, you have a harlem of dimwits tailing you, huh?" "Jealous?" It was my turn to tease him that I wiggled my brows. He 'tsked' at my notion before smirking. "Why would I be?" "Why shouldn't you be?" "I'm your mate, remember?" And that shut me up. Well played, Salazar. Salazar-1, Suerinity-0. "So you liked the flowers?" "Hmm?" "The flowers those pups sent you," he sounded sarcastic and I laughed. "What's so funny?"

~Hazel~ I received my first invitation to the Mate Gala last month. I found the perfect dress, red silk that hugs my curves with a sensual slit, and black strappy high heels. Now, I have to break the news to my parents. My mom and dad always tell me how horrible the supernaturals are. They chose to decline the gala invitations when they turned twenty-one, but I won't miss the opportunity to find a mate and live an extraordinary life. I don't want to settle for a human that most likely won't be loyal, and I want a connection with someone who was made just for me. He's out there; I can feel it in my chest when I think about it.

“It's a risky plan Fiona. How are we sure she won't put up a fight.” “I didn't just spike the drink with any ordinary drug. It's a fast action Aphrodisiac. The guard should be the one on the look out this time around.” AT her words, everyone left and I was just left speechless. Suddenly, the mate scent hit me again, but this time, it was so strong I felt it clench my heart tightly, making me forget to breathe for a few seconds. “Claim your mate Arthur! She's right there!” My mate lashed in the confines of my mind, straining to take control.

SAMANTHA…… “Why are you freaking out, Sam? You have me. If he does something to you, you just come to me. We are Mates. He didn't even mark you, Sam. You are still my Mate. Come to me. I will make you my Luna. You will be more happy being with me. Your marriage was wrong in the first place. It's the time to correct the mistake your father had made.”

The cake lay ruined, its remnants adorning both Camilla and Christi's faces, an unexpected twist in the unfolding drama. "What the hell is this?" Camilla exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she inspected the ruined cake, frustration evident in her tone. "Who did this?" she roared immediately, her anger palpable. "I'm so sorry, madam. It happened because of my carelessness," a girl apologized, her voice trembling with regret. "Sorry? Will it bring my cake back?" Camilla asked, her frustration bubbling over as she placed the cake remnants on her face and body, a dramatic expression of her displeasure.

“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.

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”.

The little commotion made Sakura aware of our presence in the room. “Don’t look at me!” she suddenly cried upon recognizing us. She used the hospital sheets to quickly cover her face. “Get out! All of you! Go away! Don’t look at me! Take them away mum! Send them out! I don’t want to see anyone!” “Calm down honey” Her mother said, trying to pry the sheets out of Sakura's hands so she wouldn’t make the injuries on her face worse. “They’re your friends. It’s Aito, Haruto, Yua and Toshiro. They won’t judge you okay. They’re here to help you. You can feel safe”

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.