Background Pemandangan Bunga Novels & Stories

But what the images did not cover was the enveloping picturesque beauty that could mesmerise the visionary senses. It’s all bronze, bricks, and white engravings with large window panes, no balconies, but tall trees and shades. Covered by a wide perimeter with gardens and fountains outlining its circumference, the greenery is staggering. It’s phthalo green given the content is devoid of sunlight. From where we stand, I can spot a circular flower garden at the centre. The drizzles are fussing a straight vision but I can tell they are blood roses. Elegant yet mysterious—just like vampires.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

"I bought this place a long time ago, Mom. It’s not just a house—it’s a retreat. A place to unwind, away from the chaos." A soft click interrupted them. They turned to see Mira, holding up her phone, snapping pictures at different angles. "This place is insane," she muttered in awe. And it was. The house sat elegantly amidst a breathtaking landscape. Vibrant flowers—roses, jasmine, and lilies—lined the stone pathway leading to the entrance, their sweet fragrance filling the air. Towering oak and maple trees framed the estate, providing both shade and a touch of mystery. A pristine koi pond shimmered nearby, tiny ripples forming as golden and white fish danced beneath the water’s surface.

The leaves rustled in the breeze, creating a soft melody that mingled with the sounds of distant waves and chirping birds, the perfect backdrop for the start of something new. As they approached the mansion, an archway adorned with vibrant bougainvillea welcomed them. The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues of pink and white, bursting with color that contrasted beautifully with the greenery around them. Their petals, delicate and fragrant, seemed to beckon Aria closer, as though inviting her into a world of beauty and wonder. The scent of the flowers filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the salty tang of the ocean breeze. She felt her heart swell with excitement and anticipati

Rebecca stood in a garden filled with brightly colored flowers. Roses, lilies, and lavender lined up neatly, spreading a calming fragrance. A gentle breeze made the petals sway, while colorful butterflies fluttered freely above them. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the soothing scent. “This place is so beautiful,” she murmured softly. When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on a blue butterfly perched on the petal of a white rose. Rebecca smiled faintly, her fingers reaching out as if to touch the delicate wing.

Braxton asks me as we reach the end of the large white barn that houses his horses. It isn’t the first time he’s asked the question today. I’ve shrugged him off the last few times, but now, I feel compelled to answer. He leads me over to a beautiful garden, and we find a bench to sit on. The flowers are blooming all around us. Beautiful floral scents fill my lungs from rose bushes of pink, white, yellow, and red. Tulips in every shade spring up from grassy mounds. Lilac, lavender, and all shades of purple dance before my eyes. It is a gorgeous setting, and off to our side, there is a koi pond with a fountain in the middle displaying an angelic child dancing as springs of water shoot out arou

Colorful flowers are blooming as butterflies fly to and from their petals. The sky is a vibrant blue with white fluffy clouds floating across it, and large trees, draping like whispering willows, line the side of a river that runs close to the garden. There is a welcoming bench, white with green vines wrapped around its legs. I take a seat in it, feeling like it is a cloud I am relaxed against. The image of a woman, silhouetted by the sun behind her, stands in front of me. I don't know when she appeared there, or where she came from. Sitting close to the edge of the bench, I call out to her.

It was a vibrant springtime scene. Amidst a sea of bright, colorful flowers stood a woman in white, her body turned slightly. She held a branch of crabapple blossoms, seemingly about to inhale its fragrance, but was caught mid-turn, responding to someone calling her. The painting captured this delicate moment of warmth and beauty. Her eyes and brows held a gentle smile, her gaze soft and serene. She stood among the dazzling flowers like a lotus rising from the water—graceful and elegant. Gazing at the scroll, the king’s expression finally softened. “So, Miranda’s appearance resembles her mother, and all of this is merely a coincidence. Wait, Miranda…”

The garden gate swung open with a gentle creak, and Lily stepped into a arena of enchantment. A carpet of petals, a symphony of colors, and the sweet fragrance of blossoms embraced her as if nature itself was welcoming her into a sacred space. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the garden, revealing a tapestry of vibrant flowers that seemed to sway in harmony with a gentle breeze. Lily's eyes widened with awe as she took in the sight, realizing that this was the canvas upon which her wedding day would unfold. The air was alive with the hum of busy bees, the melody of songbirds, and the anticipation of a day that promised to be as magical as the garden itself.

Brian’s room was locked, and his brothers’ rooms were clear of any occupants. Cynthia was outside in the garden, looking at the new blooms that had started to jump up everywhere. The magnificent blues and purples had enthralled her, and she longed to place some of the flowers in the house, but Luke had cautioned her, making sure she knew the flowers were only to be looked at, and not touched.