Sakura X Syaoran Novels & Stories

His amusement was clearly genuine. “Yeah, well, good luck with that,” he added with a teasing smile. I couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh. Luck was definitely something I could use right now. “Damn, his laugh is incredibly charming,” I thought, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re cute,” he said, causing me to blush furiously. I looked away, trying to regain my composure. “I'm Elijah, by the way,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. I accepted it, shaking it firmly. “Hiraya, but just Hira is fine, Doc,” I replied with a smile.

He takes the drone, which is already drenched with water, and based on the look, he was sure it's already broken. "Sakura." The strange girl smiles, and after she says it, there's a wind blowing and the Sakura's flower from the nearest cherry blossom tree falling near them. Looking at the flower, which now falls near them, he nods his head. "Ah, yeah..it's now in April, so Sakura here is a bit prettier than the front gate." Smiling at him, she gets her bag and her flat shoes before she goes to the walkway. She wants to go back to her dorm, change her clothes, and go to the next class.

Magnificent, elegant, and sophisticated, the mythical form of god Ophiuchus, the Zodiac god of the destined ‘she’ and the name that was given to the Pegasus that both of them knew by heart and across the different worlds and books didn’t change a bit. “Zero.” They both call, now having that fluttering feeling inside their hearts. Like children with their first encounter with the butterfly-like feeling inside their belly. Then a warm smile draws to their faces, a first and at the moment after time and days, made them express that genuine expression that at some point they both almost forget. “You both are here.” The scent of Sakura flower, eyes that resemble the starry night sky, hair that re

Eriko chimed in, “Oh yeah! And didn’t you ask us to come with you to that Indonesia festival a while ago? What’s going on, Sa-chan~?” Sakura flustered, “I-I’m just… curious, that’s all.” Eriko leaned in closer, grinning, “Really? Then why are your cheeks and ears so red, hmm?” Mia hugged her from behind, giggling, “Aww, who made our Sa-chan turn this cute all of a sudden?” “Who is he?” Eriko pushed teasingly. “Nobody! Just… a friend!” Sakura snapped, too quickly. “A friend… or a ‘friend’?” they echoed in unison, delighted.

SORAYA “Life isn’t black and white, Sora…” he told me, his voice etching with so much wisdom, I was compelled to listen. “You see, Jeremy had a mate…Isabelle. As a mate, they were inseparable. They quarreled a lot and were always going for each other’s throats, but at the end of it all, your mate is your mate, you know…” Xaden shrugged. “She passed on a couple of years back and it’s a miracle that Jeremy is still alive now,” Xaden sighed.

We were only stopping by for a split second just so that Saiora could change into a graphic baby-blue, cropped tee from her oversized brown t-shirt. "Oh my gosh!" I unintentionally exclaimed. "Sai you're a genius!" I finally understood her choice of codenames. "Hiroshi is Blossom, Dean Buttercup, and Alex bubbles. Okay, I agree with you. I was just confused before as to why there were three because my feelings for Hiroshi have depleted but I get it." My feelings for him perished just as quickly as they'd come.

He says when we get to the front entrance of the school. “I guess so.” I say the only thing I can think of to say. Text conversation between Ryo and Kelly (a few hours later) Can you believe we have to work with patient O Kelly I know right? Is this some kind of cosmic shift? Is the universe playing a joke on me for fantasizing about him? Ryo I think this is the universe telling you to date him I was right Kelly Please don’t start with all of that There’s no way Patient O and I are going to date.

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.

Even now, after she put her hands on me, a small, humiliating part of me still searches for an explanation for why Cameron defended her. Maybe that’s the worst part. I don’t even know how to hate him. A quiet scoff pulls me from my thoughts. “Tell me, who exactly is Cameron to Sora?” Paxton’s voice carries a strange edge now, almost amused, but there is something underneath it that I can’t quite place. Sandy hesitates before answering. “They’re best friends.” For a moment, there is nothing but the rhythmic beep of the monitor. Then Paxton laughs under his breath.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.