Bahasa Bunga Novels & Stories

When we reached King Mateo’s castle, I was taken aback by just the sheer size and beauty of the area. We got out of the vehicle, and I just wanted to get an up-close look at the plants. There were massive Cypress trees all over the place, and really pretty flowers in the gardens in front of the castle. There were purple Irises, Hibiscus, Blue Sage, and then I saw a bush I had never seen or heard of before. It had a strange-looking red flower on it. I asked Queen Judia, “What is that bush called. I have never seen that flower before.” She chuckled, “It’s called a Strawberry Bush. I had to ask about them too.” I smiled, “I’m definitely a fan.”

When we reached King Mateo’s castle, I was taken aback by just the sheer size and beauty of the area. We got out of the vehicle, and I just wanted to get an up-close look at the plants. There were massive Cypress trees all over the place, and really pretty flowers in the gardens in front of the castle. There were purple Irises, Hibiscus, Blue Sage, and then I saw a bush I had never seen or heard of before. It had a strange-looking red flower on it. I asked Queen Judia, “What is that bush called. I have never seen that flower before.” She chuckled, “It’s called a Strawberry Bush. I had to ask about them too.” I smiled, “I’m definitely a fan.”

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Children. The word arrived quietly and sat there like a stone dropped in still water, spreading its rings outward through everything I thought I knew. Vampires. My chest was doing something I had no control over, hammering fast and getting faster, and I pressed my palm harder against the mud and willed myself down, smaller, quieter, nothing, nobody, not here, not real, not worth the attention of whatever was on the other side of the boulder making calculations about hunger. "What?" The second voice sharpened.

Bella breathed slightly, she hoped she did not sound suspicious. "Yes there are alot of flowers. Roses, hibiscus, Aster, Azalea, Black-Eyed Susan, Buttercup, California Poppy, Chrysanthemum, Crocus, Daffodil and lots more." Queen Selene said, concentrating on her knitting. "Wow that is a lot of flowers." Bella breathed out, staring at the vampire queen who winked down at her in a playful manner. "I studied botany so am a botanist, that is why I have a vast knowledge when it comes to flowers and plants."

Ugetsu greeted her. “Hi, there. Hisashiburi. Did I say that right? ” Jane says. “Yes.” I nodded. “Jeez, Hope is such a pretty flower, no wonder bees naturally swarm at her.” Casper says. “A beatiful flower indeed.” Ugetsu agrees. “My Takane no Hana”. “What? What did he say?” Casper asks. Takane no Hana literally means flower on a high peak. It means something out of one’s reach. Things that are beautiful to look at, but realistically, there is no way you can get them. Something that you want very much but can’t have.

There was a hint of floral fragrance and earth in the air. "Do you like it?" Lu Yangzhe, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly turned to look at Adeline and asked affectionately. The mandarin Vine was also called bear the winter flowers. The flower language was: Love is a drag, love is given, and love to you will never change! "Well, how did you find such a good place?" The bunch of mandarin ducks on the ground were like a couple of lovers, tightly entangled together. Two colors appeared on one vine, which made Adeline's mind think of a few words.

My breath catches at the hundreds of tiny colorful flowers that now cover the tree's bark. What was happening to me?

-Well I can tell you. -Do you know the meaning of the flowers? I say raising an eyebrow. -Why does it surprise you? -The thing is… -Don't tell me anything, just pay attention. -Okay. -Well this flower -she says touching a very beautiful flower- is called Dalia and it means impulsiveness and passion. Young people gave these flowers to indicate that they were looking for a love affair or asking to be carried away by passion. -Wao, what about this one? I say pointing to a red flower.

Bryan said and their mother glanced at him. “What flowers are that mum?” Bryar suddenly asked, looking at her. “Black roses, Bird’s foot trefoil and Baby’s breath.” “What do they mean?” “Death, Vengeance and Purity.” She replied and Bryan chuckled. “The killer is a psychopath.” Bryan muttered. “How does Purity rhyme with Vengeance and Death?” Bryan thought and their mother hurriedly changed the channel. “Okay, that's enough.” She chuckled and ruffled Bryar’s hair then headed back towards the dining room.