Bunga Lentera Novels & Stories

Prince Rushan spoke as he attempted to hug Lui Xian who dodged easily as if it was an everyday thing. "Do you have to be that mean? I have not seen you for sixty-one days. Be good to me or I will tell on you to Imperial brother." Lui Xian could not help himself but give a small smile as he patted his head. "You have many friends so why miss me?" Rushan didn't answer. He took Lui Xian's hand and headed towards his palace. In front of the palace, a cherry blossom tree flooded the ground with its flowers. And it was quite obvious that the prince had demanded for it to be left alone. He liked drawing the tree with its leaves like that.

Stacey replies. "Mia said that she would come later," Jess said, as they walked together. **I hope she doesn't** May thought. "No way!! Guys come to check this out" one of the blonde from another class called and in answer, they went towards her. "Hey girl, what's up," Stacey asked "It's Linda" she replied. "Sorry, Linda! What's up?" Jess corrects herself. "This plant, it's a_ an Asterian flame Lily or blood flower," Linda says as she plucks the red flower with golden yellow pollen buds.

mahina kong tanong at tinuro ang basket na papa-ubos na bulaklak. The vendor’s smile brighten and said with enthusiasm, “Ah! Yan ay tinatawag na Tulips! Hindi ka masyadong makakakita ng ganitong bulaklak dito dahil limitado lang ang supply. Galing itong mga tulips mula pa sa Avalor kaya naman mas malaki ang value nito.” Avalor again?

piou There was a sudden shrill, and a commotion was heard, but Aurora arranged her arms back in her bag, left behind a camellia flower, and left the hotel. The black lotus was like the hibiscus flower, also known as the rose of China, white as snow in the morning but red as blood at night.

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.

"You would allow that." "I am not certain what we are building yet. But I think it has room for complicated." I pause. "Not yet. When things are steadier. But eventually." She nods. Carefully. The way people receive things they did not dare ask for. --- Marcus carries the flowers. This was his idea. He found them somewhere in the safe house garden — small, yellow, the kind that have no particular ceremony attached to them — and he decided on his own that they belonged at the ceremony.

“Guess they didn’t all die.” I ran over to it and waved Zena over. The flower was small, pretty and seemed like it had just bloomed as it was the only ray of light amidst the brown leaves in the greenhouse. It was a combination of orange, yellow and red and it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. “Ohhh…That’s a lantana.” Zena said, touching the flower softly and smiling. “You know it?”

This day was fun because my mother decided to create a tournament of who found the most beautiful flower for her to choose, and to be fair she would not see whose flower she found. Offline souvenir: - What will you choose next? - I asked, and again she scanned the various flowers with her gaze. - This one is yellow. - This one is from the Nenu Kingdom: Known to be a peaceful kingdom, the inhabitants are of average structure, so they are hired by the Billabong kingdom, they are the nesters who dug the holes. In their kingdom in salt water a flower called laughter is born, when it feels threatened. Nooo! - I screamed when I realized that Bella was about to touch the flower.

asked Keira with a twinkle in her eyes. "Just a moment, princess." Langit took something in his car, a bouquet of flowers that he had prepared earlier gave to Keira. "Sky..." "Your favorite, pink rose." Keira received the flower with a happy feeling, kissing it repeatedly. Her face lited up, her eyes twinkeled. Keira always liked when Langit gave her pink roses, a flower that was always beautiful to her and had a story. "Pink roses, not pink marmots." Langit smiled warmly then kissed Keira's forehead softly. "I like pink, because in that color, I seem could see you."

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."