Sayo Nara Novels & Stories

Luna couldn't resist the urge to capture the moment, taking out her camera and carefully framing the scene. After capturing the essence of the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove in photographs, Luna decided to explore further. She followed a winding trail that led her to the beautiful Tenryu-ji Temple, a UNESCO World Heritage site. The temple's serene gardens, adorned with meticulously manicured trees and vibrant flowers, offered a perfect place for reflection and contemplation.

Take care of her well, she looks like a great wife. “さようなら今のところ” (Sayōnara imano tokoro) (Goodbye for now) Allana waved her hand at him and said goodbye, Augustine then held her by the hand, left the shop together, and spent most of their time trying on street foods. Hours passed and it was time for them to head home, to Himeji Castle, however, Allana was still reluctant to do so. Augustine however was dying to go, he had long indulged her with everything she wanted to do, even going as far as wearing matching cute headbands and stuff that makes him feel embarrassed but still did it anyway, for his wife.

“Just here. I wasn't feeling it last night.” Narae hummed while slowly nodding her head. “Same! But I understand your reason. Kuya Angelo was there. And as for me…” Narae didn't finish her sentence so Charles got curious. “What was your reason?” Narae sighed and seriously looked at him. “I felt bored. I don't know why.” After some time, he got the urge to smirk at his friend. “You got someone special, is that it?” The lady showed disgust all over her face. “Ew Oppa! Are you kidding me?! I mean, don't get me wrong. I have nothing against you having Kuya Angelo but me? That's just gross!”

New Orleans was an interesting city, full of life and so many fun and nice things. Nara was pleased to spend some time with her fellow witches. She was the first to leave the place after bidding them a goodbye/goodnight. Nara got back home feeling exhausted yet relieved. She quickly changed out of her clothes, and she grabbed her towel and headed for the shower. The warm water felt so refreshing, washing away the dirt and grime of the day. She washed her hair and body, scrubbing off the sweat and stress of the day. Once she was done, she stepped out of the shower and dried off. She grabbed her robe and quickly dried her hair.Â

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

The woman laughed softly. "Relax." Her voice sounded familiar too. Painfully familiar. "I am not her." Nova stared. Then whispered: "Who are you?" The woman smiled. "I am who you could have been." Silence. The words struck harder than any attack. The woman bowed slightly. "My name is Nara." Nova's heart raced. Nara continued. "In my reality..." Her smile faded. "...you never left home." The plaza became quiet. Nara looked around sadly. "There was no great journey."

“We have an hour to get there, Nara.” “North,” she said firmly as she reached for the croissant to cut it with a knife. She looked up to meet Carol’s gaze. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I’m not Nara. And if I am, it’s not a name I’m familiar with, and it doesn’t feel like me. Please call me North.”

" Ran bombarded Nara with questions. Nara, didn't know what else to say. So she just bowed her head. That was a silent apology. "I would forgive you because you have never made this kind of mistake and I hope it won't repeat itself again." Roman finalized. "Yeah I second your choice." The seer added. She left the duo alone and walked back to her house. "Roman, I am really sorry for my incapability." Nara said, trying to form a crocodile's tears. "It's fine. Besides, where is Amelia?"

Looks like his bad mood is getting better now. "This is the drink," said Bi Ira who followed Nayla behind. "Thank you. The older you are, the more beautiful you are," said Arno in his familiar style. "Who's this?" asked Bi Ira, pointing at Arno with a frown on her face. "Geez. Don't you remember me? It's Ar––No. Eh, Reno means," replied Arno. He almost mispronounced his name. [27/11, 22:39] RATNAWATI🌞: "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten. You're old," Rara chuckled to herself.

Gaara’s voice sharpened into a warning. “What? I—I don’t know anything, Gaara. You should ask Vinson. He’s your friend.” “I already went to his place, but he wasn’t there. You’ve been closest to him since you were kids, and lately you’ve been close to Esther too.” Nara rolled his eyes at that line. “That’s why I came here.” “I don’t know anything, Gaara. Look, I wanna get lunch, I’m starving. You wanna come with me? We can talk about it slowly over food…”