Sakura Trains Seriously Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Must be as a result of my training. “She is mated to that beast,” Luna Sakura said, slamming her hands on the table. “She is becoming like him. Remember when she was scolding me…” Luna Sakura’s eyes filled with tears. She wiped them with the back of her hand, careful not to spill her beer. “It reminded me so much of my mama.” My eyes moved to the men who were at the other side of the hall, arguing about a human game. The Alpha…Kaden was lounging back in his seat, sipping on a bottle, listening to his friends argue.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.” I watch the both of them move to another bench far enough for me to hear them but close to reach for Sora. Eight years feels like nothing when all you’re thinking about is plotting revenge on everyone who caused your downfall and almost ruined your life. The two loverbirds look like they’re having a squabble and I contemplate whether or not to interrupt, but it doesn’t look like Sora needs my help for anything. I text the boys GC because why the fuck not, it is boring watching the girl you’re trying to date convince the man she loves that the woman he loves is a cheater.

"Said I was training. Guess I wasn't lying." Sakura scoffed, taking a step closer. The scent of her – a mix of sweat, cherry blossoms, and something uniquely Sakura – hit him like a physical blow. "Training? Is that what you call it? You look more stressed than you were at the great shinobi war!” He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Look, can we just–"

He kissed me back with his hands moving up my back and mine wrapping around his neck. For what happen next, you should know, something sweet and fun. .. .. .. .. #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean girls A/N: I must say writing hot scenes creep me out, Raena and her evil plan and thoughts. Like and support readers.

But he didn’t move. Sakura nudged him. “Go on, that’s your train,” she said gently. But Heri shook his head. “I’ll wait until you go,” he said softly. He wanted to see her off first—to make sure she got home safely. A few minutes later, a green E233 Series train rolled in, bound for Shibuya and Shinjuku—Sakura’s train. She stepped inside, standing close to the door, holding the small box tightly against her chest.

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

“I’ve heard your promises too many times. You’re nothing more than a liar.” “Okay, I’m a liar. But just this once, forgive me.” Karina looked up, showing her pleading expression so that Saka would forgive her and not prolong this problem. Moreover, Aruna must be waiting for Skaa out there. “No sorry.” Saka pulled Karina’s nape. He roughly crushed her until Karina ran out of oxygen. Saka pulled Karina’s waist until she entered the toilet cubicle. Karina sat on Saka’s lap with their lips still connected.

She smiled and nodded. “Here we go,” she whispered as she pulled the hem of the yukata higher to the side and then stretched her leg out, overstepping Hayden’s body. Someone grumbled in his sleep. It was Tristan behind her. When he quieted down, she moved over to the side, crossing over Logan. Suddenly, the stupid man stirred, turning his body just so. Sakura knew she was going to fall as his action caught the hem of her yukata. She found herself falling forward and shrieked out in dismay.

Kanzaki Misaki. Gracefully sharpening her pencil. Noticing his gaze, she looked up, smiled, and mouthed three words: "Sakura. Tree. After." The exact meeting place mentioned in the letter. Takuto whipped his head back around, cold sweat forming. “Yuki,” he said, voice deadly serious, “What are the odds I can transfer schools right now?” Yuki flipped through her book. “Historical success rate for transfer requests due to ‘being pursued by a girl’: 0%. Also, it tends to trigger more aggressive stalking behavior.”

“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?”.