Sakurajima Mai Wallpaper Novels & Stories

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.

Aiden nodded and followed the man in. The room was beautiful and neat, with a great view of the lake and mountain in the distance. Uncle Jin said, “See that mural there?” Aiden turned his attention to see a beautiful Japanese mural on the wall. It was of a beautiful girl with long silky black hair and pale skin, wearing numerous layers of colorful kimonos. Surrounding her were some sort of spiritual animals—a golden dragon, a silver fox, a white snake, and a black cat. “That’s a beautiful piece,” Aiden said.

She said, hoping her friend would stop staring. “Why the gloomy look then or has someone died?” Ejima snorted as if she could perceive the stink of death. “Just lack of sleep, that’s all,” she said and emptied the fresh Vilari water into a clay cup. The muddy end of the cup was already on her lips when she heard her friend's giggle. “What’s funny?” Ejima asked before gulping the liquid. She dropped the cup by her side and spat once before letting her coppery eyes return to Nneamaka.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

She had given one to herself and another to Fukuda, but now Akiko was returning home with an additional present. “Of course, I have to give you something. It's so beautiful." Miura pointed to the macramé hanging on the wall. Akiko had chosen soft, earthy tones, which suited the space well. Since Akiko had shown it to him, Miura hadn't stopped complimenting it. “Share it with Kenji,” Miura said, escorting Akiko out. “Of course,” Akiko replied, waving as she left. "Walk in the shadows. The sun is really strong right now," Miura called out.

It was designed in such a way that was both modern and classic at the same time, with a sort of oriental style pastel wallpaper, chandelier, soft warm-toned carpet, and a low wooden Japanese-inspired bed. “It’s beautiful.” “Of course it is,” Akira said. “Suits you perfectly.” Sakura placed her belongings on the floor and thanked Haruka once again for being so considerate. After she’d finished putting her clothing and other personal accessories into drawers, Haruka and Akira showed her around the apartment and then introduced her to the Japanese housekeeper and maid. Then she spent the day with the two women as they introduced her to her new job as Haruka’s personal assistant, which Sakura qu

The thought of seeing the light on the other side of the wall, clenched his heart and hand. "R-Ryuu, don't walk fast," pleaded Myriad, he struggled to follow Ryuu while a minor anxiety forced him to stagger. Sasha halted and turned around to look at them. Eyes met theirs. Sasha had a Japanese resemblance on her. Her black hair and the common feature of their faces alluded to it. Her hair bun perfectly and her stern-face perturbed the rookie who only met her that day. The Ladies had undergone professional medical aid and were skillful maidservants of the Hub. Although they were humans like Ryuu, the boy who did not live in a place full of different adult workers would be a barrier as well. A

By the second window, were two chairs and a round table. Shinja was rummaging the dressing table on the right side of the bed. There was within it combs, glowing hair strands and a few little creatures that had taken refuge in the confined space. It hadn't been that long since she came to this place, she thought to herself but the creatures had been quick to make the place their own.

"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.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.