Background Pemandangan Bunga Novels & Stories

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

Opening the card, " 💝 You must be wondering who I am. Just keep coming. Don't worry, you're almost there 💝 " The short woman kept going until she got to a magnificent sight that made her jaws drop to the ground. Right before her was this beautiful and peaceful scenery; It was a whole landscape filled with flowers. It was like a flower garden where different kinds and types of flowers are planted and taken care of.

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

She just wanted a plain and simple life, even if it wasn’t worth cherishing, the loss wouldn’t be intolerable either. Their awkwardness lasted till Ben spotted a wild shrub with Begonias on his right. “That’s clever. Wonder how many in the group are good with flower names.” Ben smirked. “Why?” “That’s a Begonia. Not native to this forest. But it starts with our alphabet B. If they were to place flowers starting with the corresponding alphabet, wouldn’t it be hard to figure if you are not familiar with plants?” He stopped and dismounted. There was a trunk behind the shrub. Dana pressed the buzzer as Ben kneeled to open it.

It looks like a paradise because of the beautiful scenery that is here. The vast land is planted with a variety of flowers. The planting is good because they are categorized based on what kind of flower and even its color is also categorized. I can’t count how many rows of flowers are here because of the sheer volume. There are so many options to use on King Valor's birthday.

Beyond it, the water glitters beneath the morning sun, its surface rippling gently whenever the breeze dances across it. Towering cherry blossom trees bloom on either side of the aisle, their ivory and blush-colored petals drifting lazily through the air like snowflakes. White roses, lilies, peonies and hydrangeas overflow from elegant marble planters lining the pathway, filling the air with their delicate perfume. Thousands of tiny crystal strands hang from graceful white arches, catching the sunlight and scattering rainbows across the garden. Rows of ivory chairs are filled with guests dressed in elegant attire, all facing the altar framed by flowering vines and the endless blue lake beyon

CHAPTER TWO The morning sun rays reflected through the front window of Clara's room to the pink coloured walls that also had a splash of red and blue paints. The breeze was warm and gentle; that the curtains were raised from time to time until it finally hung on the cliff. Isabella gazed through the window and saw the outward gardern that were decorated by borders of bustling rose flowers, purple hibiscus, boungaivillea and others. Women waking with children by their side holding hands, some with babies thrusted on thier breast as she narrowed her eyes. She had now seen those early smiles fled from the face of her elder sister, Clara.

He waved back and turned, walking back inside the doors that led inside to his office and she watched him go until he disappeared from her sight. Turning back to face the back of the mansion and the trees that surrounded it, she bent and plucked a single rose from the garden and holding it to her nose, inhaled its sweet scent. She then held it in front of her and stared at for a second before the deep red colour gradually seeped from its petals leaving behind a rose that was white as snow. Satisfied she placed carefully on the stone bench next to her and turned to look a nearby shrub that was meticulously trimmed and grew close to the ground. Again she focused all her attention on the shrub,