A tale of two lovers in different universes and unlike era's. Memories of the past and some of the present filled with grief and glee... The bliss of the future is the result of the tragedy from the past... In the end... Are they really meant to be? Or is this just a show to entertain fate and destiny? ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ ＼(￣▽￣;)／ I do not own the Boruto franchise, nor am I making a stand that it belongs to me... Solely the scenes and events taking place inside of the book are the only certain things that I claim as mine though I admit truthfully that some are inspired and others are derived from infamous happenings in various varieties of animes and series...

《 BORUSARA》 ~Remembering you~ You can guess what would happened. Hahaha By the way, mind if you vote it too? Disclaimer: this is my third book of Borusara and remind you that all characters that are in the novel are own by Naruto, Naruto shippuden, Boruto: Naruto next gen's authors.

One night while working late at the university library, Sarada finds herself charmed by a handsome stranger. But when they keep meeting so coincidentally, she can't help but wonder is it fate or is he following her? BoruSara. Modern AU. [contains smut]

In the bustling halls of Konoha National University, Boruto Uzumaki was known as the star player of the school's volleyball team. With his unrivaled agility and lightning-fast reflexes, he led his team to victory time and time again. But amidst the cheers of adoring fans and the thrill of competition, Boruto couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Meanwhile, Sarada Uchiha was a track and field sensation, known for her speed and determination on the track. With her sights set on breaking school records and making a name for herself in the world of athletics, she dedicated herself wholeheartedly to her training. But despite her success, Sarada couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness that lingered in the shadows. One fateful day, their paths collided in the most unexpected of ways. As Boruto practiced his serves on the school volleyball court, he caught sight of Sarada sprinting past, her form sleek and graceful as she raced towards the finish line of the track. Intrigued by her athleticism and determination, Boruto found himself drawn to Sarada in a way he couldn't quite explain. And as fate would have it, their paths continued to intersect in the days that followed, each encounter sparking a new connection between them. *I do not own the characters, but the story is mine"

In the bustling cityscape of modern life, amidst the frenetic pace of a bustling hospital, one woman seeks solace in the sanctuary of a massage parlor. Dr. Sarada, a dedicated and successful doctor, finds herself drawn to the ritual of body massages as a means of escape from the relentless demands of her profession. What begins as a simple routine-a few moments of respite amidst the chaos-soon evolves into something more profound. When faced with the unexpected absence of her usual therapists, Sarada finds herself in the hands of a stranger, a male masseur whose presence ignites a spark of curiosity within her. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THIS STORY IS A WORK OF MY IMAGINATION WHILE THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNER.

In the bustling offices of a prominent web content company, Sarada Uchiha found herself navigating the labyrinth of cubicles and corridors as she embarked on her new role as a web content editor. Fresh-faced and eager to make her mark, she was assigned to work under the tutelage of none other than the enigmatic Boruto Uzumaki, the formidable manager of the content editing team. Boruto Uzumaki was known for his unwavering dedication to perfection, his sharp wit, and his icy demeanor that could freeze even the warmest of greetings. Despite his reputation as a no-nonsense boss, he was also the epitome of charm and charisma, with a magnetism that drew others to him like moths to a flame. *I do not own the characters, The credit for the characters goes to the rightful owner. The story published here is my work.*

"I'll always find an excuse to be near her. She's the one, so hard not to fantasize yet too hard to have."~B "Every moment we spend together feels electric."~S ----------- [I do not own the characters, the characters belong to the respectful owner. This is a fanfiction, all the scenes in this story are my imagination.]

In the kingdom of Konoha, Crown Prince Boruto is burdened with the weight of his royal lineage. As the heir to the throne, his forthcoming marriage is not just a union of hearts but a strategic alliance to ensure the stability of the realm. However, Boruto lacks the experience expected of a future king, particularly in matters of intimacy. To remedy this, the council of advisors devises a discreet plan: send Boruto to the renowned courtesan Sarada, whose reputation for discretion and skill precedes her. Reluctantly, Boruto begins his visits to Sarada's chambers, each encounter a delicate dance between duty and desire. I do not own the characters, the characters belong to the respectful owner. This is a fanfiction, all the scenes in this story are my imagination.

Sarada Uchiha, the heiress of the Uchiha Jwellery corporation, was accustomed to a life of luxury and indulgence. With her father, Sasuke Uchiha, being the wealthiest businessman in Asia, she had grown up with every whim catered to and every desire fulfilled. However, one thing she despised was the constant presence of bodyguards shadowing her every move. Sasuke, concerned for his daughter's safety, had assigned numerous bodyguards to accompany Sarada wherever she went. But Sarada, with her stubborn and rebellious nature, had a knack for driving them away with her antics and defiance. She saw them as nothing more than nuisances, hindering her freedom and independence. But when Boruto Uzumaki, a skilled and determined young man, was assigned as her personal bodyguard, Sarada's plans to drive him away quickly faltered. Boruto was different from the others, unfazed by her attempts to irritate and dismiss him. Instead, he remained steadfast in his duty to protect her, even at the cost of enduring her wrath. [ I do not own the characters. The idea for this story was a request. The rest of the work is my own. Thank you....]

I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh, la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for ya Locked in the hotel There's just some things that never change You say we're just friends But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la 'Cause you know it's been a long time coming Don't you let me fall, oh Ooh, when your lips undress me Hooked on your tongue Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly Don't stop I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh, la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for ya ~Señorita by shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello I do not own the characters and the story here is my own work.