Bunga Teratai Putih Salju Novels & Stories

"Just telling you what I see." Near the end of the hunt, he stops in front of a decorative rose bush. White petals edged in pale pink, frosted with artificial snow. He plucks one and holds it out to me. "A winter rose," he says. "In Argentina, we call them rosa de escarcha. They only bloom in the cold. People think they're fragile because they look delicate, but they survive things that would kill ordinary flowers." His eyes hold mine. "Reminds me of someone. The most beautiful woman I know."

Danial turned to find the source of the voice and felt his breath hitch for a moment. The woman standing before them looked as if she had stepped straight out of a winter dream. She was dressed in a flowing bluish-white robe that shimmered like fresh snow under the sunlight. Her hair, the purest shade of white, was tied into a neat bun, with a few loose strands falling gracefully over her shoulders. Her eyes—crystal blue—held an unfathomable depth, as if the vast ocean resided within them. Every inch of her being exuded elegance and a frost-kissed beauty that was almost otherworldly.

’ A pause followed then his voice came again, quieter this time. ‘White roses. Thousands of them.’ He spoke almost distantly, like he was seeing it in his mind and I didn’t understand what he was getting at but didn’t try to interrupt either. ‘Not cream, not ivory, pure white. She has always loved them.’ I stayed silent still. ‘Sunset. Somewhere with open sky. Not indoors, she hates that. A garden, maybe. Or a clearing. Somewhere she can breathe.’ Another pause. ‘Simple. Clean. Nothing heavy or excessive. She has never wanted grand displays of wealth or power… just something real.’

“So, what’s the plan? Are we going with the Classic Royale concept, or something more contemporary for the year-end event?” Auri let out a quiet breath, studying her latest sketch. “I think Timeless Elegance suits them better, Gia. They want something luxurious, but not overly extravagant. I’m planning to use white calla lilies as the main focus, paired with deep blue hydrangeas.” “Deep blue? Won’t that be hard to source in large quantities for the end of the year?” Gia asked, taking a sip of her tea.

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.

No matter what, I will never let her go. Never. Delia stood with the attention of everyone, her hands slightly open, resembling a white oak tree with branches stretching out, elegant and beautiful. Two golden lilies on her shoulders began to wither slowly, their deep golden petals shimmering faintly. The moment the petals touched the ground, a slow white mist began to emanate from her body. Her skirt moved without wind, resembling a swaying white sail in the breeze. Her translucent, glass-like eyes closed, and her rosy lips murmured the word "Pearl," the name she gave her white wolf.

It was deep into the night, with the snowfall persisting. The accumulating snow on the pathways deepened, sometimes revealing faint tire impressions from those returning home. The delicate snowflakes fell in no particular direction, scattered and gentle, looking the same wherever they landed—pure and pristine white.

But I am shock when he pulled a small white flower beside him. “It’s a winter pansies. I can’t buy a bouquet of roses for you because it’s winter and there is no such flower this season so I decide to pick you a special flower for the both of us” He explained while looking at me in the eye. “Oh no, it’s pretty thank you so much” I only said. It’s heart-warming because he still put an effort to find this flower for me. “You know there is a special meaning of that flower. That flower only blooms during winter and it means love and someone I know said that it is a perfect gift for a partner during winter so, please accepts it.

As the day progresses, I then lead him to the clearing and even with all the new snow, the sight is breathtaking. What would normally be classed as winter flowers are always in bloom here and, against the contrast of the white snow, the reds, oranges and purples all stand out. As we make it to the centre of the clearing, Lorelei crouches down once more. I am a little nervous about what is happening as I watch Zachariah/ Morpheus stalk up to us and then slowly walk over the top.

before Ren could say something else Yamaga just walked away as fast as he could, Making Ren sign in response watching the figure walking away from him. *Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock* The world filled with colour early morning sun barely visible due to the Fogg around. The mixture of yellow, orange, red, purple. Violet and a little shade of blue in the clear sky with no clouds. The cherry blossom trees let their little pink colour petals fall on the ground one after the other. The dark green grass with the morning dewdrops upon it. *Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock*