Bunga Lamaran Novels & Stories

Emry muttered. Mirae ignored her, plucking a quill from the basket and sketching quick notes on one of the parchments. “See? We could line the outer ring with silver lanterns. Have the pack children release them after your vows—it’ll look like stars rising from the earth.” Emry tried not to smile. “You’ve thought about this.” “Obviously,” Mirae said. “I’m efficient chaos. Now, what flowers do you want? I’m thinking moonlilies for purity and—”

But the moment Aurelia saw the rows of expensive orchids, rare bonsai trees, and flowers that were clearly worth a fortune, her heart shrank a little. Her white orchid suddenly looked painfully modest among all that luxury. She tried to push away the insecurity, but it was difficult. The sound of footsteps made her turn. Gian and Kirana arrived together. Kirana carried a massive bouquet of red roses that nearly hid her entire body, followed by two delivery men hauling a large gift box whose contents were impossible to guess. “Happy birthday, Mrs. Lestari,” Kirana said sweetly while handing over the bouquet. “I hope you stay healthy always. I also brought a little gift. Diamond earrings. I ho

Amused, the Queen chuckled and replied, "This flower symbolizes the plea, 'Please, love me.' Offering someone a tiger lily signifies a request for their affection." Amaya 's throat tightened as she glanced at the flower, her gaze then shifting towards Killian . The irony was not lost on her. Following that enlightening encounter, the children's curiosity heightened, leading them to inquire about the various other flowers scattered across the field. Fortunately, Elizabeth, brimming with happiness and patience, proceeded to elucidate the meaning behind each blossoming beauty they encountered. By the day's end, both children had gained extensive knowledge about flowers, delving into their meani

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Adeline The kids started chanting one by one. "Red rose for romance and passion" A little girl said. "Tulip for perfection and royalty" A little boy said. Skye whispers in the kid's ear. "Carnation fascination and distinction." A little girl said. Then Skye stood up walking towards me. As she's walking she continues saying. "Orchid for refinement and luxury." I cannot stop smiling as im watching Skye. "Peony for beauty and Elegance."

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Terrence asked. “I don’t know. Plan something so that I can refuse or agree to it.” I snorted. “This Irian’s Jasmine flower has a beautiful color like a rose. Do you agree?” Terrence asked. After a while, I nodded and was silent for a while. I quickly went to retrieve the grain from Terrence’s hand. I looked closely at it and said that we could do it tomorrow morning. Terrence smiled quickly.