Bunga Teratai Putih Salju Novels & Stories

The only one to blame for being in that situation was Artemisia, the creature being there or not was just a curious part of the consequence. “You've heard his whole story, haven't you?” a creature asked as they stopped in front of a flower bed full of tulips. "Yes." The young woman smiled, looking closely at the small flowers that grew amidst the blanket of snow. She had heard of these things before, flowers that bloomed during the winter, growing through the snow and into the dim sunlight. Artemisia didn't know how to explain it very well, but that vision made her miss Francesca's mansion. “You gonna tell me what? I already know about my humiliating death and how I have humiliated myself ev

In a place full of snow two slender women can be seen, facing their graceful back in front of him, the one on the right wears a long ancient pink robe the other in white of the same style. They are surrounded by scattered beautiful pinkish and light red petals that is swaying lightly in the wind, complimenting the whiteness and pureness of the falling snows flakes . The scene is not just beautiful... It is... Breathtaking. "Feng Lien... Feng Lian." He unconsciously whispered the name of the two.

Ashley placed her Teacup on the table and frowned, "Romantic is so cliche and overdone but Rose White Parfum De Provence and lilies will upturn the spirits in a natural way, after all, we don't want a Prom Party." At the intrusion, the wedding designer head turned to Ashley, again and she scribbled again cutting the previous content. Juana eyes hardened, "Rose Boule De Neige has a peach hue in the core perfect contrast with the theme! As in the real meaning of love is in the air!" Svetlana was trying to zone them out but the women had vocal cords to compete mic speakers. She didn't even know white roses had types unless today when she saw the women fighting like nuts.

' - Kristina prayed in her mind. In front of her, Kathryn Ice lifted the tray, and Kristina's breath caught. " It's beautiful, Kathryn Ice. " Kristina She had never described food as beautiful, but there was no better word for it now. On the black rectangle box was white saffron rice on one side, and on top of it was egg white dyed pink and cut in the shape of cherry blossoms, with strips of nori seaweed making up its thin and almost intracately arranged branches.

You can take it back to Starhaven and have Healer Dalton examine it himself. Without waiting for an answer, he immediately gave orders for someone to fetch a basket of Snow Blossoms. It wasn't long before a full basket was brought over. The flowers were dried, each stalk nearly as long as a forearm, with the stems and leaves still attached. Its color was a dull brownish-yellow, the petals shriveled and tightly wrapped around dark brown stamens. The dried flowers didn't look very appealing, which was a bit of a letdown, given how nice its name sounded.

Sage’s POV “The salad is ready!” Kehlani yells out for everyone to gather for dinner. I stand next to her, placing the flowers I picked with Corbin a day ago. The red petals cut through the lush green of the salad and looks pretty in contrast with the almonds and feta cheese that’s also in it.

(Kaan’s POV) “Do you really have to stand so close to the cliff?” I turn to look at Raya, who is standing a safe distance away from the edge. Wrapped in her thick yellow jacket and green woolen scarf, she reminds me of a Caltha Palustris or most commonly known as marsh marigold, which is a wildflower common in the Faroe Islands during May and June. She’s so beautiful, my chosen mate. “Why don’t you join me? The view here is much better.”

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

(Katriona) “WE were told that you get cold easily, that's why we specially prepared this cloak for you. Here. Put this on, city girl.” I clenched my hands when the women tossed the silver cloak on the ground. It reeked of ‘Sariah’, a beautiful white and blue flower with its thirteen leaves. It was as big as a fist. It used to be my favorite flower until I got a hold of it and fell ill. Now, I could only admire it from afar but I would never dare touch it again.