Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

Allura finally lost her patience, and Erebus's expression loosened up at her words-- She didn't know what the gift would be. "Fine..." Erebus pressed around his wound as if the pain was too much for him to bear anymore, "Let go of me!" Allura smirked and pulled out her finger, hard. Erebus stuck out his hand flat, and with a slight tremble in his hand, a scarlet red rose appeared from thin air -- The flower of death! "Pretty, isn't it?" Allura stared at the flower with lust shining in her eyes. She didn't haste, but leaned on Erebus wounded shoulder as if they were just a normal couple, admiring something pretty in his hand together.

he said without looking up. “Unfortunately.” Sienna smiled tightly. “Shall we try again?” “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Let’s talk flowers then,” she said brightly. “Peonies, gardenias, orchids—” “I like black dahlias.” Both Nikolai and Sienna blinked at me. “Black... dahlias?” Sienna echoed. “They symbolize betrayal, death, and warning,” I said cheerfully. “Perfect for a wedding built on threats and revenge.”

"The burgundy ranunculus you wanted for your wedding—it’s her favorite too. Is that what you meant?" "Yes." Bonita's whisper felt like a cry amidst a battlefield. The burgundy ranunculus wasn’t her choice. It was Benjamin’s. Bonita’s composure shattered. Her mind reeled, connecting scattered pieces of the puzzle. Her body felt nothing but emptiness. ***

If her family has a museum, why isn't her mother buried there beside him? He had so many questions in his head, but he did not ask anything. He is respecting Infinity's silence. Like him, she was just looking inside the museum. The silence in the cemetery might feel eerie, but oftentimes it's calming. And amidst the silence, Infinity decided to drop a bomb. "We are his second family." (1) Gumamela - also known as Hibiscus is a genus of flowering plants in the mallow family, Malvaceae. (Wiki)

Whenever she got hurt, both mentally and physically, she'll always run and come there. However, she wasn't there. Not in the room, not even in the backyard were there lies Tina's tomb made by Sandra. There's still the flower but it has already been dried and withered. He suspect it is a tulip Tulip that symbolizes Tina's death and Tina's love. He just realized that Tina experience lovelorn.

Kiri: But it's precisely that it's in this world that such a place exists. Ban: ???? Kiri: This place is known as the Valley Of The Beauty Of Death. Ban: Beauty of death? Kiri: Centuries ago when the war between humans and demons was really extreme this valley right here was a graveyard where thousands of demons who died in battle were buried. Back then it was known as the Valley Of Death. But later on the fighting decreased and the war was put on hold and only minor fights here and there would occur but no one would come as far as here to bury their fallen comrades. Years passed and the ground that was filled with darkness slowly faded and the ground started to become fertile again and thes

the lady left. Camille took the flower and her eyes widened out at the type of flower it was. Chrysanthemum flower. “Isn’t this a funeral flower?! Who—who dare!” Irene yelled out. A letter was between the flower, Camille took it out and read out the words on it, “Rest in death for an Eternity, Camille Guevara.” Camille breathed heavily, the letter slipped away from her hand. Who could have sent a death note? Who—

' Alfi asked. 'This one.' Bunga said showing the red one. 'is the symbol of love.' She explained. 'And this one.' Bunga said showing the yellow one. 'is the symbol of sadness.' She explained. 'What kind of sadness?' Alfi asked. 'Heartache, anxiety, worries, something like that.' She said. Alfi remained silent. 'Alfi, if I were a rose, I would turn into yellow every time I see you get hurt. I am sad because I am afraid. I am afraid of losing you.' Bunga sobbed.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

"My friends tell me I should really stop doing this but... it's my way of... reminding myself that you're gone and just give myself time to think about things. Even think out loud, without being judged." She smiled at his ceramic picture on the tombstone. She let out a sigh before she went fill up her bucket with water. She returned and added some washing powder and bleach. She grabbed her scrub and began to clean the tombstone. A regular ritual each time she visited his grave. When she was done she sighed in satisfaction. She packed her cleaning stuff and went to get fresh flowers. She divided the bouquet in two and put each small bunch in a vase on either side of the tombstone.