Bahasa Bunga Novels & Stories

and the moment Bella reached till the stair case, she made a run and closed the door of her room in lighting speed. She looked at the flowers she was holding. When she came out of the interview Sally the receptionist from earlier gave her that one flower without telling her who the person was. It was buckwheat which meant lovers in flower language so she used to like it a lot since she was kid. And thanked god that Varonica didn't see this otherwise she would have pestered her about who the guy might be. Bella had no idea as to who could have given her that flower though she wondered a little if it was Ashton cause he was the only one who knew that she liked buckwheat.

The room was filled with the delicate fragrance of the blooms that adorned the vase on the table, adding a touch of serenity to our conversation. "Did you know, Luna, that each flower holds a special significance?" she suddenly said, although she have said it before, her voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. I leaned in, captivated by her words. "Tell me more, I'd love to learn." Her eyes sparkled with delight as she began, "Let's talk about roses, dear. The rose, or Rosa, as it's called in Latin, is a symbol of love and beauty. But did you know that different colors of roses have different meanings?"

“Brat, what did you say?” “Looks like you’re still young and stupid. The cherry blossom stems from Heaven’s Sanctum!” Yang Xiao repeated each word clearly! There were even more unfriendly eyes around, and some people even approached them. "Foreigner, what did you say?" “You dare insult our national flower?” “D*mmit!” “Are you crazy, Yang Xiao?” Gong Ling’er stomped her feet, her face red. The cherry blossom was the national beauty of Japan. This was the knowledge he had learned in primary school geography textbooks. It was basic knowledge, wasn't it?

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

The fresh scent of the flowers overpowered Felen's sense of smell. "It's strange to see a place as beautiful as this in the demon world." Leon tertawa geli. Kepolosan Felen yang melihat suatu hal dari sisi terang, padahal ia sudah melihat banyak sisi gelap mengerikan di dunia yang penuh dengan tipu daya sangat menghibur iblis itu. "Kalau kau melihat dengan teliti, bunga-bunga itu beracun, Milady." "Benarkah?" Felen tentu saja sangat kaget. Ia menjauh dari salah satu bunga yang berada dekat dengan kaki.

"What is that one called?" He smiled, plucked one of the flowers and put it behind my ear. The aroma was deep and luscious. "It's a frevara au regalia." He leaned in and sniffed the flower he placed in my hair. "One of our gardeners created it for the Queen. In our language, frevara au regalia literally translates to the Queen of Hearts. "I like that." I turned so our faces were inches apart. His scent was everywhere. His eyes flickered to my lips. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

When he asked why she would want daisies instead of roses, she told him that in flower language, the Barberton daisy signified spousal affection and mutual support. He remembered that, even searched photos of it, and had ordered bouquets of them over the last few days. Clearly flustered, he asked, "Who gave you that bouquet? The other bride?" Zoe was flustered too, as she had been watching Carl all this while and could tell that the bouquet she was holding meant something. She gulped to fight back her panic and discomfort before finally squeezing out a single word. "Yeah…" She then quickly added, "I've never seen this type of daisy. Could it be a jinx in flower language?"

“By offering a flavor that is not just delicious, but meaningful. A flavor that connects us to the earth, to each other, to our own true selves.” He looked at the bunga telang flower in Bima’s hand. “That flower,” Kai explained, “while beautiful and balanced, holds a subtle, calming essence. It can be used to soothe, to gently bring one back to their senses. It’s not a weapon, but a balm. A way to counteract manufactured peace with genuine tranquility.” Riska was already analyzing the flower’s energy signature. “The calming properties are significant. It’s rich in anthocyanins, known for their antioxidant and potentially anti-inflammatory effects. It could indeed counteract a synthetic sedat