Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

Before I could say anything to tell her to put it down, Adrian rushed over and yanked the scarf off her. "Don't use that." His eyes showed obvious disdain. Rosalind's lips curled into a smirk. "Adrian, I don't mind if it's filthy. After all, Colleen didn't ask to be sexually abused three years ago…" I stared at them coldly. Rosalind stood up once more, as if trying to adjust her position, but she intentionally let her bag slip, and out fell the property deed. Covering her mouth, she exclaimed, "Ah, sorry, Adrian's gift fell out."

He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt. "She texted me before she died and said you were the reason. The fact that you always bullied her was bad enough, but then you married me and still refused to stop tormenting her." My chest tightened with rage. The accusation was utterly absurd. Emily and I had grown up in the same rundown orphanage. Since she was older and bigger than me, she spent every day tormenting me with a group of followers. How could I possibly be the one bullying her? In my past life, I only learned the truth about Emily's death from the Quirrel family housekeepers who handled her body. The cause of her death was a drug overdose at an underground party.

Instead of words, voices formed sounds without meaning. There was a continuous strain of noise muted by the roar in her head, a rumble that chimed the finality of her life. When it was time for her to approach the coffin, she did in an obedient way, briefly touching it and releasing the bouquet of Bougainvillea in her hand, a flower she had come to love since her parents' deaths. The roar didn’t cease, not when the lines of people began to pull away from the cemetery, not even when she stepped away and started to make the path back home. At the entrance, a tall figure blocked her way.

It’s early afternoon when I settle beneath a beautiful tree at the park. In spring, this place is breathtaking—full of blooming flowers and a few imported Japanese cherry trees. They’re my favorite. Cherry blossoms have always felt like a symbol of life and new beginnings. Something I needed to see after last night... and this morning’s terrifying— Dream? Is that what it was? A dream? Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police?

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

Another: “You’ve always been good at pretending.” Then came the flowers. Not the kind you send with affection. These had meanings—black dahlias, dead roses, calla lilies dyed red. Each bouquet was accompanied by a card with another message, more chilling than the last. “You can’t bury the truth.” “I know what you did.” “You’re not safe yet.”

My vision blurred as I slowly faded away. In my final moments, I caught one last glimpse of the flowers he had placed before my grave. White hyacinths—symbols of unspoken love...

Stephen said there, then gently touched the lid of the teapot, "Originally, this golden daisy tea had a sedative effect to help sleep. But without Jessica sitting with me drinking tea, no matter how effective it is, I can't sleep! " Louis saw the emotion in Stephen's eyes, and said softly, "That person named Jessica must have been very important to Stephen! But listening to your story, is it probably... she... is no longer in this world?" Stephen sighed, "That's right! Jessica is dead! The only thing I can keep is this little balcony and the chrysanthemums that she loved in her lifetime... " Louis heard that, looked down at his collar, then said softly, "So it is! So it's because I have a da

There is a white rose on the death card, which represents new beginnings after death to see the positivity of a tragic situation and hope for a new life. ‘Death again?’ I sighed. I thought I just saved Eric from the accident months ago, when I traveled time. Does someone I know is going to die, or was it me? Or maybe it’s the end of something, a relationship or just anything that is about to come to an end. And the shadows, do they mean a dark past? Or perhaps sad memories? But what about the Japanese woman, who is she? I don’t know. I looked at the opened window of the bedroom, thinking about the Japanese woman in my dream.

He said sheepishly, he's still ashamed of what he has done to me that he thought my mother Lucy would even care if he broke my heart, she has broken it a thousand times and now I'm dead and she's dead and I've possessed her body. "Hello Devon, I came here to bring flowers." I gave him the vase with a dozen of white Callalillies on it. It's a bit dramatic, but I find it funny, I know Cassie's smart, she will get the message. These flowers symbolize death in fact, it's engraved in my tombstone, a broken Callalilly, meaning someone who died before their time. Matthew insisted on that I guess. My brother always sees the best in me, I wish I had seen that in me too. Shaking my thoughts away I smi