Bunga Lamaran Novels & Stories

My back collided with Theodore's front, and he immediately supported me with his hands on my shoulders. "Theo... Did I read this right? Did it say... this came from my first sister?" I had to turn my head to confirm a nod from him. "And she's from the Waevalon Kingdom?!" "Yes, Kasumi. You can see the flag of the Waevalon Kingdom is imprinted here." He pointed to the lower left of the parchment, where there was a small flag and the shape of a lily beside it. "But why is there a lily here?" I caressed it as if I could caress that person who wrote this. "Waevalon Kingdom's national flower is begonia, not a lily, correct?"

It was kind of cute, even in the wake of him nagging at me, but I would never tell him that. “Larkin is Linealk of his people again now that Bacudal is gone.” Okay, now I’m even more confused. Again? I think there was a lot I didn’t know about Larkin. “That is not the point in my words, Delilah.” I nodded, trying to show him I was giving him my full attention. He kept using my name, a disarming fact after only being called “My flower” or, “My goddess.”

She stormed toward me and slapped me across the face. "You little tramp! You were about to marry my son but you're still messing around with another man out there! "Now you still have the nerve to come back?" She stood at the doorway, arms akimbo and fuming, while Willow played the pitiful act behind her, eyes brimming with fake tears, softly apologizing. "Eve, I never meant to get between you and Zachary." Zachary's mother was so worried and rushed to support Willow like she was made of glass.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

he said, handing them to me. “Calla lilies mean devotion, myrtle flowers represent fidelity, and hydrangea symbolize emotion,” Serena said. I looked at the bouquet; there were white roses mixed in also. A different variety, and they all had a meaning. “Thank you. now lets hurry up and get married,” I said, which made them laugh.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

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.

She talked about the kind of decorations, flowers, seating, and all that ceremonial stuff. “ Bella dear, the wedding ceremony would be in the garden, so I was thinking that the place would be decorated with glowing lanterns, small floral bouquets in vases, floral garlands on the back of chairs, and rose petals sprinkled on the ground. What do you think?” She asked “It's perfect,” I answered What's your favorite flower, dear?” “ Orchids,” I replied

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.

I smiled at him but he did not return it back, his eyes narrowed at the collection of flowers before him, taking a pink camellia from the bunch, “And this flower?” I rack my brains, trying to remember what Vivian has said only to come into realization that it was Caelum who gave me the meaning of that particular flower. “That’s a pink camellia – it’s when you are…longing for someone.” I can feel my neck and cheeks burning up as I said those words.