Sakura Naruto Pic Novels & Stories

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

"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.

"Lep-" "Bang," Nara cut in softly. The girl struggled to release the embrace on her shoulders then stepped forward. Nara smiled, "I'm already dating Gnat."

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

I jerked as his hands enveloped mine, the warmth from it send beautiful goosebumps all over me. "During Naruto mission with Hinati to rescue Hanabi, they both fell on a genjutsu (Illusion), Naruto was able to connect to Hinata's Memory because of the red scarf that intertwined the two" he gave me a slight squeeze as I remember the moment he is saying and it's one of my best scene.

While the group was busy trying to decide on their own, Nero walked up to the Sakura Tree and examined it closely. However, there was nothing peculiar within his sight. He raised his paws and placed it lightly on the tree trunk. A moment later, a smile crept upon his cute little fur face. Imagine how Garfield smiles whenever he sees lasagna. That is how Nero looks like when he smiles. Nero leaned into the tree and whispered, [There you are, culprit.] Another breeze brushed across the oasis, gently shaking the towering Sakura Tree beside it. It was as if the tree was feigning ignorance to Nero' words.

“A new member of our marketing team at the company.” Sakura leaned forward and offered her hand. Noah took it and said, “Hi.” “Hi,” Sakura said. “I hope you like it at the office. And I hope Nicolas isn’t too hard on you, you know, working you to the bone,” she whispered. “He’s a workaholic, just like the rest of the family. Well, except for Tristan and Logan.” Another female approached them. The moment Noah saw her, he knew she was Japanese, and she was damn hot. She looked like a supermodel.

“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.

The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter. Irritated, Sakura flipped her long hair dramatically in an attempt to regain his attention. The motion whipped across Tarzan’s face, hitting him in the eye. “What the—?” he groaned, eyes snapping open. Lena finally looked over. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful, plump Asian girl in the mini skirt leaning toward Tarzan. “I’m so sorry!” Sakura said with fake sweetness. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my hair.” Lena’s stomach twisted as Sakura reached out to touch his face. Before she could, Tarzan’s hand shot up instinctively, slapping her fingers away.