Bunga Anggur Novels & Stories

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

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."

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

"Oh, you. You sure know how to flatter someone, don’t you? I like it very much, though.” Angeline protested coquettishly. “Oh, please. I’m not flattering you. It’s true that I like the flowers in Carefree Garden. Although they’re still tiny saplings right now, they will grow into towering trees blooming with flowers one day. Every flower will represent your blessing for me." Jay embraced Angeline tightly. "Mm." Jay looked forward to the day when the flowers would bloom.

- Which flower do you want me to start with? She stopped to look at the flowers and with her hand pointed to the first one that caught her attention. - This one is brown. - she said. - This flower comes from the Billabong Kingdom: it is a kingdom of temporary drought, every year it rains six months in a row, and then comes the six months of blindness. They hire their young children to make holes as fountains to store water for the hard times, the flower only appears in the deepest holes, being called earth, their petals are used to make a black wine. Their petals are used to make a black wine, which if drunk in too much quantity can lead to death.

Enough time for a complete football game. He slowly walked up to her and saw she had caught sight of his presence behind her. He quickly hid the bouquet behind him before she turned her neck around to face him. As he had expected, Angelique was upset. “You're late yet again Stephano.” She said flatly without moving an inch from where she sat. “I know I know and am terribly sorry for that angel. There's a good reason for that.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously before he showed her the bouquet filled with her favourite flowers - Red Orchids.

Ivory checked the first mission and she gasped the mission contained them bringing an ice lotus back, the ice lotus was exceptionally rare, expensive and highly medicinal so how could this be a first year mission. The guy understood the confused look on ivory’s face he thought she looked cute. They exist in a territory in Buklime mountain which only phase’s one and two can enter. ‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission.

And written in red beneath her photo: “CANDIDATE 7. STATUS: INTERFERENCE.” My knees buckled. I pressed on. — At the bottom of the staircase was a room. Small. Round. Stone walls. And in the center? A table. On it: a mirror. Cracked. And beside it: a note. Same handwriting as before. “Use it. But only once.” I didn’t understand. But I picked up the mirror. The crack ran straight through the center—splitting my reflection in two. And for the briefest moment… …I saw myself on both sides.

Her brows furrowed when she saw Ned's name on the card before throwing it on the desk. Angeline took her coat off and said to Jamie, "Take the flowers out. It's taking too much space in here." "Should I put them somewhere else in some vases?" Jamie asked. "Nope, just throw them away!" Angeline replied. Jamie was stunned before grabbing the roses. "O-Okay!" It wasn't Ned who sent the flowers. If it had been Ned who sent the flowers, he would've known that Angeline's favorite flower was the sunflower and that she disliked roses.

Since she had initially assumed they were from his secret lover, she didn't bother to look properly at them but now that she knows who they came from, she gave the captivating flowers a proper look and that was when she saw the very attractive, neat floral arrangement they were made in. There were different varieties of flowers from hyacinths to hydrangeas to white tulips, lillies, peonies and carnations. It was indeed a very eye-catching collection of purple, pink and white flowers. However, what caught her rapt attention was the beautiful floral arrangement in the middle of the bouquet which looks like word arrangement of some sort. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was indeed word a