Bunga Love Novels & Stories

Rosa trembled, knowing all too well what Byron was capable of. "I don't know. Three years ago, someone gave me advice. They told me if I stuck close to you, I could become Mrs. Estrada. Everyone knew you had a fiancée you were deeply attached to. I didn't believe it at first. But that person told me your fiancée didn't just disappear—she ran away with your brother." Byron's eyes turned bloodshot, fury bubbling in them. "Who was that person?!" "My private doctor, Jasper Burgess."

Upon hearing a man's voice, she looked around and quickly grabbed the umbrella hanging by the side of the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Stacy Lu!" Brian called out once more before accidentally bumping into Gina, who let out a startled scream. Hearing Gina's voice, Stacy's heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly got off her bed to rush out of the room. "Oh Gina! You’re back!" Stacy exclaimed, her eyes brimming with joy as she enveloped Gina in a warm and tight embrace. Feeling Gina’s trial to step out of the hug, Stacy released her grip, reluctantly.

The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days. I reached out for the light switch and turned it on. Full lights brightened the half-dark balcony. She was wearing a short-sleeved purple dress and a pair of brown platform shoes. Her silver necklace shone under the bright lights. Her purple locket was attached to her necklace. I could not miss the view of her beautifully, manicured nails painted in amethyst. It was clearly obvious that she had just returned from an outing. She looked ravishing as usual. She is Kimberly White, the only girl child and the last child of my family. Purple is the most adored person in the family.

Chapter 11 Love As Joe hangs there, half way through the moonhole in the ceiling, with his shoulders in the air garden, his eyes fixed upon the vibrant purple flower glowing serenely in the dim light, he finds himself captivated by its ethereal beauty. Each delicate petal seems to sparkle in harmony with the beautiful serenity of the airgarden, casting a mesmerizing spell upon his senses. The rich hue of the orchid hybred reminds him of Nerissa, its vibrant shade echoing the enchanting presence she holds in his heart.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

With Much Love. Elvira🤍

He would only slit it into my room early in the mornings and late at nights’ I think. I nod, not trusting my voice. Ellen's grin widens. "That boy and his flowers”, she then sighs, “the Syringa Vulgaris… the Magenta Lilac…You know what it means, don't you?" At my blank look, she giggles. "It means 'I love you,' sweetie." My heart stutters in my chest. Love? He... loves me? “I… I thought that was red roses?” I hear my voice croak out.

Rian added. Bunga went blushed out of the blue. “Cut the crap already!” Alfi and Koji yelled at him. “Ho... Honey, I... I don’t mind you having such a fetish. I... I... still love you. It would great to see you......” Bunga was stuttering as she was trying to hold her urge. “No, honey! It’s not like what you are thinking!” Alfi exclaimed panic. GROWL~ “Sorry, I am kinda hungry.” Koji blushed.

~I wish love was perfect as love itself I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true~ -(BTS) Fake Love ------ -------- ------ ----- -------- ---- Stefanos: Three months later: I was watching Xenia go over the meadow picking out flowers, claiming she wanted to make more flower crowns for the little kids at the market place, but I had a brief idea for what she was taking those.

I know it to myself that I like- no, I love her but I can’t love her, I’ll just hurt her. “No, not that.” “How about tulips sir, perfect and deep love.” I shake my head, not that one. “How about this sir,” she continued, recommending some loved flowers but I noticed a white simple elegant flower at the edge of the shop. “What flower is that?” I ask. “Oh that, it’s a gardenia flower Sir.” she said and grabbed the bouquet of it. I could smell its scent already. “What does that mean?” I ask. “It symbolizes purity and gentleness also a secret love,”