Bunga Love Novels & Stories

she uttered and yanked me up with her. My mate guided me outside the balcony of my bedroom while Midnight trailed behind us. The winter night welcomed us as the cold breeze embraced our skin. Sage let go of my hand and the smile widened on my face when she took a bouquet of blue flowers from the table on the side. Matching my smile, she stood inches away and handed me the flowers. "A lot of bluebell flowers for you as a symbol of my everlasting love. I‑—I hope you like them."

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

Xylia asked as she lay it across her lap. “You will find out from your mother. If I don’t tell you.” Ehlark looked into her eyes and could feel himself getting lost in them. “The legend tells…” The woman who is gifted the Lilith Lotus flower will find her love. When it blooms, it will show her the way to her one true love. That love will hold her heart. It will only bloom when that love is true. If that love is false, the bloom with wilt and dies. The woman will never find love again. This woman has a choice of loves and has to pick the true love; the flower will help by blooming when her love is with her.

I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship. My mom loved my father so much and I watched everyday as it wrecked her. He was so undeserving of her love. I turned my head to look at Bowie again, and somehow, I don’t think that fear mattered here, because she deserves more than I’m giving to her. I wanted nothing more than to tell her how I truly felt but the words just wouldn't come. So instead, I whispered the only thing I could. "I'm right here." She stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into my chest, and a soft murmur escaped her lips.

It's like she was trying to get to know me even if I came from her. "Hmm... you should probably get her a bouquet of flowers. She was your first love and she doesn't know that. You only found out she love you when she spoke about it, right?" I raised my eyebrow. "Yeah, what about it, mom?" She beamed then pinched my nose gently. "You should get her some gardenia, son." "She loves tulips, mom." "Gardenia means secret love, Quel. I love gardenias so much, you know. I'm certain that by giving her those, she'll realize something worth it. If she doesn't, make her understand what you really want to convey without her doubting your love."

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

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,” Secret love. “I’ll get that,” for Olivia, my secret love.

Amelia said eyeing his dirt-covered body as he looked like he was used as a rag doll. "Oh… here." He took out an icy rose from his pocket and gave it to her. "This is a flower that symbolizes love." He explained to her as she is happy, it looked exactly like a flower carved out of ice but it felt exactly like a flower. "Back at home, a red rose symbolizes love." She smiled looking up at him. "But this is much more beautiful." She added pecking his dusty cheeks that she didn't mind. They both walked to their room as she helped Augusta take off his clothes revealing his bare skin as she turned away blushing shyly.

When I was alone, I went back to my room and searched for the script. "Love is like spring, where flowers bloom and bring different colors. You have to watch them with a bright smile. Everything will disappear, but love will never. It will be with you on foggy winter nights to comfort you, to keep you warm. In summer, love will share the warmth. Autumn will always come, forcing the flowers to die, and trees will be left alone, but it will never be sad because it knows autumn never lasts for long." These beautiful lines were on the script. I wish love was what they describe in books. But it is far from it.

'You are my new love. Before continuing my walk, I read the statement and smiled. I came across a pink 'bleeding heart flower,' which represents PURITY. 'My love for you is pure Cornelia, and my heart bleeds whenever I'm apart from you.' The inscription on the note attached to the flower made me blush as I continued walking while smiling. I stumbled upon a Daisy flower, which represents 'Innocent.' 'I'm madly in love with you because of your innocent personality.' Another text implies.