Bahasa Bunga Novels & Stories

Siena would think that he wanted to buy flowers for her! “Too bad it’s not sakura season yet. My grandparents loved sakura flower so much,” she responded. She turned her gaze on the various flowers. The beautiful flowers would soon disappear as the winter was coming. “Your grandparents loved sakura flower?” She nodded. “Yes. They even called me Cherry, from cherry blossom. That’s the name for sakura flower in English. So my Mom and I have a name of same meaning,” she told, smiling. Her heart lightened upon recalling the memory.

I asked. "Any ideas?" Lis asked. What should we name it? "Women support group?" Sussie suggested. "We can't be that obvious. We'll receive a lot of resistance." Tille explained. "Hmmm… How about the Plum Blossom Appreciation Club?" I asked. "Plum Blossom?" Lis asked. "Yeah, plum blossoms are flowers that bloom even during the winter. It's a flower that symbolizes perseverance and hope." I answered. "Wow, that sounds noble." Tille commented.

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

Its flower language was waiting for love. She had gifted him such a cologne before only to receive a frown that spoke of his distaste. “Lavender means to wait for love, Angeline. Your Jaybie doesn’t like that. His love is more of a ‘gather ye rosebuds while ye may’ type of love, instead of waiting until it’s too late. Your Jaybie loves in the moment with no regrets.”