Bunga Anggur Novels & Stories

"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.

He who felt defeated was silent because he couldn't scold Angel. "Have I ever been given flowers before?" said Reya curiously, staring at Angel which immediately nodded. "And what did you mean by that statement, Angel?" she continued in surprise, frowning in confusion. Angel smiled a little. "I'm just talking facts, Reya!" she said coldly. "Isn't it true that every flower has a meaning? And I'm only telling those of you who don't seem to know yet," she explained confidently, not feeling the slightest doubt.

She presented the bouquet of flowers she'd brought, her voice soft and gentle. "Aunt, I brought you a bouquet of flowers that I made myself. There are light pink carnations, bright yellow roses, green lisianthus, and orange tulips. They are all flowers that represent health and happiness. If you smell it, you will find that the fragrance is very light, elegant and long-lasting. There is also morning dew on it. It looks very vibrant and beautiful. If you don’t believe me, why not touch it?” She smiled, gently taking Mrs Bai's hand, wanting her to feel the life and beauty she described.

“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

It fit her the way things fit people they were not made for, swamping the shoulders, the sleeves rolled multiple times at the wrists, and she had pulled it down as far as it would go as though maximizing the coverage of it. Her hair had come free from whatever she had fastened it in and spread across the pillow. Not the flat mousy brown Reineck's report had described, not in this light. Something richer, the low ambient light of a room in the small hours doing what low light did to colors that had been suppressed during the day, finding the undertones, the warmth that the harsh practical light of interrogation had apparently not revealed. Something reddish. Hinting at it. The kind of color t

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

Not everyone could get access to it, which was why he placed guards around to make sure no one ever came to him Angel's expression turned serious when he glanced up and saw the midnight flower he had been waiting for. It was one of a kind. It was kept in a crystal bowl on a high rock, reaching there. He ascended a couple of stairs, waved his hand to get rid of the barrier he put around for protection, and stood before the flower. It was still a pure white color. Its petals were smooth and thick and resembled a human rose flower. However, this one changed color. Once it bloomed, it would turn to a purple color Angel extended his hand toward the crystal. He could barely touch when he was overw

All too happy to break the eye-connection. She could feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of his potent presence. They strolled leisurely along a winding stone path, the garden unfolding before them like a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing with medicinal herbs, fragrant flowers, and useful plants like lavender, chamomile, and rosemary. Emeriel pointed to a bed of vibrant blue blossoms. "These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit.

Andrew puts it in my line of vision as I currently have my head bowed. “Come on love…” he ushers me to take it from him. I slowly put my hand forward , grasping the stem in my fingers. I look at it for a while , it’s white petals reminds me of the pure white fur that Angel used to have. She deserves this white rose – she is her name. I slowly put the rose on her grave – holding back a flood of tears.

She paid it no mind then rushed to the door before heading to the place the body lay. Hexiu hurriedly picked up a red umbrella with cherry blossoms flower surrounding it, looking at every corner of it to see if it had been damaged in any way. "Oowww... thank heavens it's in a good state." Yesterday, she had accidentallly spilled water on it and brought it outside to dry. But she forgot to bring it into the house. And now when she found it in tact, she was very happy. With all the strong winds that happened in the morning, she was really glad.