Sakura Zaka 46 Novels & Stories

ZARA I walked between the trees along the river. Feeling the pull gets stronger, and the scent of eucalyptus and cedar wood gets stronger too. I hear the sound of someone moving around in the water. Hiding behind a tree, I see the back of a strong body with tattoos. My breathing goes up a little, and I feel drawn to this unknown guy. I try to move a little closer but accidentally step on some branches and can see his shoulders go tense. But then the wind changed, and it came from behind me towards the guy in the river, making me gasp. I watch how his shoulders relax again, and then he slowly turns, and I am met with the blue-green eyes I saw in my dream.

“Hector is forced back to Wolsing.” “There is no one in Mordu who can help you now. You’re nothing.” “Under these circumstances, what is the value of keeping you alive?” “The only reason I’m keeping you alive for now is because it’s still bright outside.” “When the sky grows dark, I’ll feed you and your sister to the fishes after I’m done eating.” Harvey spoke in a calm tone, but his words sent Sakura’s eyes twitching in horror. Sakura had worked painstakingly for both the Shindan Way and Miyamoto Corporation on Country H for many years, and paid a huge price to get to where she was.

“Okay, 10 PM Tokyo. Good luck today, Sakura. I hope today is a good day for you.” Sakura read the last sentence slowly. “A good day.” Such a simple phrase. Yet it warmed her heart. She send back a single LINE sticker—simple in appearance, but enough. Today, she would do her best. For herself. And for someone far away in the South. 5,000 kilometers away. Someone she didn’t know when she’d see again. *** In Jakarta, Heri read her message in his room. He set an alarm, made a reminder in his phone:

She hissed and walked out of the room. “Buried?” Ejima’s ears rang from the news. It was hard to believe. She had been without a child for twenty years. Four miscarriages and the only one that had survived, the children she would have called her own, were now buried? No, not just buried. But buried alive? “I know how you feel,” Adaku said. The wood on the bed complained as she rested her weight on them, “Please take heart.”

They were late for a few minutes but managed to get checked in and boarded the ferry. The Busan Hakata (Fukuoka) ferry route connects South Korea with Japan and was currently operated by two ferry companies. The Camellia Line and JR Kyushu Beetle Jet Ferry. He chose the former since it was more crowded although it took longer to arrive. Natasha slept most of the time, exhausted while Hoon kept his guard up. Upon arriving, they took the train to Mokpo then rode a ferry to the island of Anjwa where they settled in a small house. As the day passed on, followed by months, soon years. Winter had rolled by, the hibiscus is no longer in bloom. The red slowly faded, petals falling off each day.

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.

After running from Seno, Sazkia went to the health room. She wanted to meet Syamsa and clarify everything. Neutralizing the real problem doesn't have to be exaggerated. Arriving at the health center, Sazkia tries to find Syamsa. Sazkia was still panting, exhausted after running for about two kilometers. Without looking at the people at the health center, Sazkia stepped inside. She was disappointed when there was no one She was looking for there. Wildan approached the brooding Sazkia at the entrance. Wildan knew Sazkia was looking for Syamsa to clarify. Wildan didn't want Sazkia to be disappointed to see Qomar and Syamsa hugging in a corner of a closed cupboard.

"By the way, I just found out that today is Cai Kang and Otaka-san's birthday. Did you say your greetings?" Kazuha shook her head. "We had to prepare and leave by the time he had woken up. I don't have time to but don't worry." she assured her sister. "I already prepared a present for them. I had made sure to deliver it. Once they come home, they'll see it." "By the way, Is it true that Sayaka is returning?" Kazuha nodded in confirmation. "Sayaka is coming back from training in America." "By your side?"

she asked him as they walked past the crowd who were now being directed to enter the many vehicles. “Not long,” he replied. “I have some questions to ask.” ”You can ask them on our way.” “I can start now,” she pushed and Sham urged her to do so. “My first question is; how many packs are there in Zenrada?” ”Four. It used to be five but things happened. ”That much?” Zara was indeed surprised. “Do you want me to tell you about them?” Sham asked and she nodded. Still holding her firmly, he said, “Good, this journey will be more amazing than I imagined.”

Akira sat opposite of Siena and Alfonso. “Mister Yamada, I believe you know why we’re coming,” Siena started talking. “Of course, Miss Mori. This is the ownership document of Sakura Hotel, it’s all under your name,” Akira spoke, showing document in a folder. Few fine creases formed around his eyes while he was smiling. “How does it feel to return to your birthplace?” “Y-you know that I was born in Gotemba?” Siena asked, startled.