Sasuke Sakura Novels & Stories

I smirked. “If you say God.” Takashi scoffed. “Nope. Scarier and a hell of a lot sexier. My wife, Yūri. She already wants you dead, and that was just a shot to my arm. You kill me, you are going to get your heads removed slowly and her Kitsune card shoved down your severed neck.” I smirked.

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

It was now I could see his resemblance to Ren and boy was Sora just what every man and woman would want in a partner. He could cook, clean, he listened more, he helped out, he was great with kids, independent, charmingly stubborn, beautiful and best of all... He was himself. No lies to his qualities. He asked a lot of questions and most times spoke in Japanese when he was nervous, shy or angry and that was what made me love him more. Nothing about him reminded me of Hana except possibly their red hair and brown eyes. We got to a cafe popular with the folks for its coffee art but Sora was more of a tea person than coffee.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

"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–"

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Their eyes were sharp, and a quick glance at them revealed that these two were combat experts. This woman was Sakura, the lady of the Fukuda family. The three climbed all the way up the mountain after getting out the vehicle. Kurama, Tyr, and others were already waiting for them at the top of the mountain when they arrived. Garfield’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Sakura, who looked beautiful with exquisite features and sexy curves.

Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan. Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes. “Hi,” she said in a soft, high-pitched voice, smiling brightly. “I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you a model or something?” Tarzan glanced at her from the side. “No.” His tone made it clear he wanted the conversation to end there. “Really? You’ve got that look. I’m Sakura — half American, half Japanese.” She tilted her head playfully. “What’s your name?”