Bloom At Rienda Novels & Stories

Riana accepted Wira's gift with a laugh. "Are you saying I'm bad at romance?" Wira scratched the back of his neck, which wasn't itchy. "Yes, obviously! You're supposed to express your feelings properly, not like this." Riana said as she kissed a bouquet of very fragrant real roses. "Do I need to say it again?" Wira asked. He wanted to do it right. "No need! I'm already very happy that you want to clarify our relationship." Riana placed the bouquet on the small table next to her.

The Bloom Garden was absolutely breathtaking. Every flower in this place blooms beautifully and is planted neatly according to its colors. They were just like colorful blankets on the ground. Aria's small smile appeared on her face as she looked around. This was the first time she visited this place and everything around her was enough to amaze her and make her forget for a moment what had happened today. “I've heard about this flower garden since they talked so much about it. But I've never been here.” Aria said while exhaling a long breath. She breathed in the fresh air again and closed her eyes while enjoying the cool dew drops falling on her skin.

The building across the way with the jasmine that blooms in March and means spring, and has meant spring every year she has lived here. Jordi looks at the street with the alert interest of someone inventorying a new category of information. Noa looks at the jasmine. "Jasmine," Valentina says to her. Noa does not look away from the building across the street. "She's reading it," Clara says, from behind her, in the doorway with the Saturday notebook already open. "She does that," Valentina says. "She does it with everything," Clara says. "She looked at the photograph of Jordi — " she means Jordi Serra, the photograph above the television in Sant Andreu — "for a long time last Sunday. Ava notic

“Looks like you all free at the moment. How about we have a meeting?” Hearing that everyone immediately scattered. Ria looked at her with eagerness in her eyes as she asked excitedly, “Who sent them?” ‘Who else could it be accept Darren?’ Looking down at the flowers, Areiza thought. The roses were as bright as fire, and it reminded her of the irresistible charms of Darren. At that moment, her phone rang. But Ria reacted faster than did. She took the phone put it in her hand and said, “It’s a call from Darren! I guess he was the one who sent you the flowers.”

A meadow. Glowing. Golden. Bathed in magic light that shimmered like stardust. Damian and I walked forward in silence, wounded, bloodied, but alive. In the center of the meadow was a single flower. Tall, with petals that shimmered gold and silver like woven moonlight. The fabled Solaria Bloom. “It’s real,” I breathed. “It can cure curses,” Damian whispered, kneeling beside me. “Like the one killing my father.” I picked it with shaking hands, the stem humming against my palm. For a moment, I felt warm.