Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

“Quietly.” My blood turns to ice. Vanessa wants me erased.

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?

He took the flowers to Mom's grave, a place I had never been allowed to visit. Rain drizzled down on Dad, as if it were trying to wash away the blood and guilt from his body. He set the bouquet down, crouched before the grave, and whispered, "Sweetheart… Lina picked these for you. You always loved lilies, and she remembered."

"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.

"Don’t waste your energy, child. There’s no fighting me here. Not in this place." "What are you talking about?" Ardan’s voice was tight with anger. "Where’s the flower? Where is it?" Gloria glanced around, as though bored by the question. "The flower you seek," she said, her voice thick with malice, "blooms once a year. Only when I allow it. You’re too late. It’s already been placed where it will do you the most harm." I took a step forward, confusion clouding my face. "What do you mean? You—"

Soft, somber music played in the background, adding to the melancholic atmosphere. In the center of the grand hall, a beautifully carved mahogany casket rested on an elevated platform, adorned with an array of white lilies and roses, Klara’s favorite flowers. The delicate fragrance filled the air, offering a bittersweet reminder of her presence. A large portrait of Klara stood beside the casket, capturing her serene and graceful demeanor, a stark contrast to the current sorrowful setting.

The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably. “Clara…” I turned in surprise at the sound of Lucas’s voice. I watched as he approached, a vibrant bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms. I stood frozen as he placed the flowers atop my gravestone. He sighed quietly. For a moment, I feared he could see me. His eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot with exhaustion. Stubble lined his jaw, and no emotion appeared in his gaze. I glanced at the bouquet and laughed softly. “Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

Ben explained patiently “He always leaves a black orchid as a signature near his work and also other flowers to convey messages. The irony is not many people understand the meaning behind the flowers.” “I didn’t ask anyone to kill her” Ben explained seeing Dana’s face becoming more confused “but I am not sure if this was done for me.” He pointed at the bluebell flowers “This flower is a symbol of unflinching loyalty and gratitude.” “This flower shows that the person was already warned.” Ben pointed at the butterfly weed flower bunch in Lisa’s hands. “That must also be left to tell me that it wasn’t impulsive killing.” Not just Ben, Shadow, Frank and Ed had also noticed the signature and rush

I gasp. I push the speed, running down the hall, and looking into the dorms. The air is thick with smoke, and I cough, covering my mouth with my sleeve. “Something is on fire, Winter,” Alec says. “I know. We need to find Brynn.” My heart lurches. I can feel Alec at my back, but he’s not saying anything else, probably trying to figure out exactly where the smoke is coming from. The door to Brynn's dorm is open, and I freeze. Glass is everywhere. Shattered picture frames, a broken lamp. And blood. There are dark spots on the carpet.