Bunga Love Novels & Stories

But when I was hospitalized for pneumonia, no one came to see me. I used to think a girl like me who caused her mother's death didn't deserve love. Then, at Kelsey's sweet sixteen, she shoved me into the pool and laughed as she called me the unloved child who killed our mother. I struggled in the water, trying to get to the edge, but her friends pushed me back in again and again. Just when I was about to drown, Edwin Carlson pulled me out. He wrapped me in a warm towel and looked coldly at the people who mocked me. "Stephanie is the one I love. Anyone who dares to mess with her again will have to deal with me."

Now that she was done with him, she didn't want a single thread tying them together—not even in business. After hanging up, Suri headed home. The roses were already at the villa. Julie was in the middle of them, glowing. "Bruce! I love them! Did you send these? I've never gotten this many before!" Bruce stared at the flowers, something about them tugging at him. He asked a servant, who said they were from Suri—a so-called apology gift for Julie. His face tightened. Chest, too. Then he spotted Suri standing outside the yard. Alone. Thin. Empty-eyed.

The storekeeper could not stop when it comes to introducing his plants. "Metasequoia and orchid are suitable for putting in ladies dresser. Dwarf champaca and scindapsus are ideal for putting in the gentleman's study. I also want to introduce this flower to you, which we have newly develop. It is called romance blue. This flower is spectacular, and it blooms into the shape of a heart. We sell them in a set of two. One is red the other is blue. It symbolize the love between two people. It is most suitable for newly married couple like you.

She had pleaded for mercy, but he had only coaxed her further in that mesmerizing voice, whispering, "I'll be gentle. Just once more, alright?" Her "no" had been swallowed by his kiss. Her mind had gone blank, until she had eventually passed out. Hearing the sound of departing footsteps a few minutes later, Beverly opened the bathroom door, only to stare in astonishment at James. Her eyes met his, now glinting with amusement. He gently took her hand and placed the tulip in her palm. "Do you like it?" he asked softly. Beverly's gaze fell upon the pink tulip, which symbolized "never-changing love". An irresistible warmth bloomed in her chest.

I shook my head, feeling the pull of his words. “It’s called The Eternal Bloom,” he began, his voice low and steady. “This flower only grows in the wild, in a very remote part of South America. It’s said to be incredibly rare—so rare that some people don’t believe it even exists. Legend has it that whoever possesses it will have love that lasts forever. A love that survives anything.” I blinked, taken aback by his explanation. “You… believe that?” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I don’t need a flower to tell me what I already know, Sarah. But when I saw it, I couldn’t help thinking of you.”

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.

Augustus got confused for a second then said, “Do you like it that much?” “Umm.. yes.” She said embarrassingly. Augustus was lost in thought. It wasn’t his idea and nor does he is the type of flowers and heart person. It’s just Bella suggested her, that women likes flowers so he bought it, usually he wanted to buy roses but it would feel very romantic to her and maybe she would misunderstand him so he bought jasmine and lily of the valley. He doesn’t want her to misunderstand their relationship. The way she had needs, he also had it that’s it, not love and emotions. Just Bella suggested so he did it otherwise he won’t ever think of it.

"Blue... Why is a rose not your favorite flower, unlike the rest of the female population?" "How did you know I am not that big fan of roses?" "Well, when we were exploring our garden, I observed that you have a thing for orchids, and you were pretty casual about roses, though." Fiona was shocked about how observant he is. "Orchids always look so vibrant and lively, and I don't particularly hate roses. It's just they don't attract me as much as orchids do." "Well then, purple orchids are your favorite flower." "Well, you got that right." She said.

Blaze took off his grip and turned to face me, he watched my face intently, "Are you happy?" I nodded quickly, of course ... Where is... how could? No one...there won't be no one.. who loves flowers, does not fall in love with this place. "Thank you, bringing me here!" "So all my mistakes are forgiven? And you want to be my lover?" "How can it be like that? All need...it Will take time... a process!" I answered not looking at the green eyes that watched me. "Laila, I love you to the moon and back, I will give up all my possessions, and all mine ... As long as I can be with you. Please be my wife?" Blaze smiled as he handed him a bunch of pink roses. What a beautiful rose.