Bunga Azalea Biru 소설 & 이야기

She pointed to the apartment building in front of the flower shop. Peeking at the building, the handsome young man gasped. “Oh? You are really near from here.” Jane nodded her head very quickly. “So, just like what I’ve said to you before, I studied in the Botany department. I know a lot about flowers and plants." She pointed to the flowers one after another and gave them their names. "White Lilac means innocence, blue Hydrangea means apology, Chamomile is a symbol of rest and relaxation, Blue pansy represents trust in love and..."

They smell great. I look at the label again. That A is certainly his. I would recognize her among a million. I turn the label and see a little text. "Daisies are very special, they are linked to love and innocence, but each color has its meaning. The white ones represent beauty, the yellow ones for joy, the pink ones for passion, the blue ones for fidelity, and the purple ones for true love." I look at the bouquet again. Azael had put out daisies of all colors.

The storekeeper could not stop when it comes to introducing his plants. "Metasequoia and orchid are suitable for putting in ladies dresser. Dwarf champaca and scindapsus are ideal for putting in the gentleman's study. I also want to introduce this flower to you, which we have newly develop. It is called romance blue. This flower is spectacular, and it blooms into the shape of a heart. We sell them in a set of two. One is red the other is blue. It symbolize the love between two people. It is most suitable for newly married couple like you.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

“So I’m supposed to be sitting duck all day.” “Yes. If you are so bothered about the lack of what to do, you could join me and pick flowers. I’m sure Taylor wouldn’t mind something sweet placed next to her while she sleeps.” When he said that, I was finally compelled to look at these flowers. They weren’t just any kind of flora. They were the blue rose. The rarest flower there is. It was said to be capable of calming any distressed spirit. I smiled. “I will do that.” “Good.” He gave me the scissors. “Be very careful when you cut it. No matter how hard you hear, just focus on cutting the flowers.”

Emma didn't take them, instead, she asked skeptically. "I passed by an old woman’s flower shop earlier and bought this bouquet to support her." Emma looked at the pristine azalea, playfully touching their petals, then declined, "No, I won't accept. Take it home. Azalea usually blooms in early spring. For them to blossom so beautifully in autumn means they are special." Charles awkwardly returned the bouquet to its original position. It was just a bouquet, but she refused to accept it. What about him? It was not by chance that he gave her this kind of flower. Perhaps she didn't know, but the white azalea also carried a deep meaning: I am forever yours.

I say to the woman, because it's valentine's day and also Vanilla's birthday "What type?" She asks "How about Lily or Sunflower or Hibi --" "I want Hydrangea" I cut her off. "Pink or Purple?" She asked. "Blue." I smiled. "Beautiful choice. I'll be right back". She returned with the blue flowers. "Here" She handed them to me. I smiled paying her as I collected the flowers. "For you girl?" She asked. I smiled, loving the sound of it, my girl. "Yes, for my girl"

Deke had no answers—to any of his questions—as he filed up the little brick walkway, past rows of colorful flowers blooming like crazy. “Gorgeous azaleas,” Luc murmured as he rang the bell. What the fuck is an azalea? Why were his palms sweating? Alyssa opened the door wearing a classic black skirt with a slit to the thigh and a lace-edged, off-the-shoulder top that showed just a hint of cleavage. “Hi, guys. Come inside.” Deke hesitated, but stepped in after Luc and glanced at the place. Soothing shades of greens with splashes of yellow. Earth tones everywhere. Even one of those Zen garden waterfall things. Black-and-white photos of nature scenes. It all said peace.

All of the smells were incredible, like a perfume garden coming to life. Then there was a flash of blue! A butterfly landed on a purple flower, its color similar to that of the summer sky. It opened its wings, revealing a variety of colors, including dark purple, bright blue, and a hint of yellow. It resembled a genuine jewel, a tiny bit of magic!

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede