Bunga Lamaran Novels & Stories

LILIANA POV Every step I make walking to him goes with my heartbeat full of love and happiness. I could see him from a distance, he was wearing a simple white suit. His smile captivates my heart, he was handsome as always. The weather today was pleasant, we were surrounded by a lot of flowers. With more than 300 blooming species of flowers, Da Lat Flower garden is the perfect place for our wedding.

the girls exclaimed and I blushed. He pulled out a note and the most beautiful flowers from a floral trunk. " We want to see what the note says," the girls were over-excited about this. " Okay, lemme open it," I said. " These are French Marigold... Flowers as beautiful as you, represent good prosperity and hope. They bring vitality and happiness into a home and lately, you're my home, I thought of you when I saw them today," I covered my mouth with my hands after I finished reading the note, however, it wasn't signed.

Her heart started thumping loudly in her chest. When they got there, there was indeed a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman in the entire land, Bella Li. Bella was standing at the edge of the river, holding onto a flower lantern. She lit it and put it into the river. She let it float out of her hand and held her hands together as she made a prayer.

Together with Molly, she unfurled a meticulously mounted scroll. The snow-white silk revealed ink-black branches, strong and vigorous, with crimson blossoms proudly adorning the tips. The embroidery vividly captured the resilience and beauty of plum blossoms, showcasing Miranda’s exceptional skill. The black threads resembled night, the red silk like precious gems, making it an ideal birthday gift. “What a wonderful piece!” The Croyso Count, obsessed with plum blossoms, couldn’t help but praise as soon as he saw it. The Countess, feeling uneasy, deliberately nitpicked, “Miss Miranda calls this ‘Longevity with Plum Blossoms.’ We see the plum blossoms, but where is the ‘longevity’?”

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

When Connor got home, Suri was by the window, showing Logan her sketches. They were leaned in close as she pointed at the page. "Here, I'm thinking of adding a small garden—with different kinds of roses..." The word 'roses' made something flicker behind her eyes. Logan caught it instantly. He glanced at her profile, softening. "How about sunflowers instead? They're all about facing life with warmth and hope." "Really?" Suri looked up, locking eyes with him.

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."

“The time. The invitation.” “What are you?” She tilted her head. “Still her. But not only.” A chill raced through me. “I want Lana back.” “She’s not gone,” it said gently. “Just… somewhere else. You’ll understand soon. You’ll see what we’re trying to show you.” “We?” The swing stopped moving. “I’ve been waiting for you, Jasmine. You’re… awake now. And they don’t like that.” “Who?” “The ones behind the door.” The phrase struck something in me. The door. The shelter. The broken metal latch. The way the light didn’t act right inside. I remembered it all too clearly.

Larasati attacked, she deployed hundreds of white cempaka petals towards Jaka Bamantara. "You used the flower technique? You're careless!" Jaka Bamantara turned Bayusura's sword into wind. He flicked his hand to the left, and instantly all of Larasati's cempaka petals were shattered into pieces by Jaka Bamantara's air knife. But then came the surprise attack. Larasati appeared very quickly in front of Jaka Bamantara. She swung her sword while controlling the petals of another flower.

"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. ***