Bunga Teratai Putih Salju Novels & Stories

FALINE sat next to the window while idly petting Astora with her free hand. Fall turned into winter. Large snowflakes were drifting in the wind and sticking to the garden grounds, covering the barren plants and walls in a thin layer white. Ever since she was granted the power of the ice, she could see and feel the winter more than her colleagues could. Snowflakes always fascinated her since then with their never ending patterns and glassy gleam. Faline could stare at them all day.

The snow melted slowly, revealing the garden in stages. First came the memory-flowers, their white petals stained with winter but already beginning to brighten. Then the silver thicket, its blooms larger than before, their light pulsing with the steady rhythm of the watcher's attention. Finally, the gold flower at the base of the stone bench, its petals warm enough to have kept a circle of bare stone clear through the worst of the blizzard.

Then, one fateful evening as dusk settled upon the land, Torin stumbled upon a hidden glade, bathed in pale moonlight that filtered through the canopy of trees above. In the center of the glade stood a single majestic white flower, its petals glowing softly as if they held the light of the moon itself. Torin's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the flower, for it was known to be a symbol of hope and healing amongst his kind. With cautious steps, Torin approached the white flower, its delicate fragrance filling his senses. He knelt down before it, feeling an immediate connection, as if the spirit of Sable herself resided within its ethereal essence.

Isabella moved gracefully, as if walking on a trail of celestial music, like stepping on clouds from the horizon. Her pure white gown highlighted her graceful figure, and the V-neckline exposed her elegant, elongated swan-like neck. Her jet-black hair, smooth as satin, cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders. She was so elegant, her skin as pristine as an ice sculpture, with makeup that perfectly complemented her ethereal beauty. She seemed like a fairy from a snow kingdom, as pure as crystal, as flawless as snowflakes, radiating an otherworldly freshness. Her white gown, without any patterns or extravagant decorations, flowed softly from her shoulders to her ankles, exuding an otherwor

Her skin is white as porcelain, almost translucent, accentuating the dark colour of her eyes. Currently, Orizon is experiencing a grip of winter, chilling even the stoutest of hearts. Our landscapes haee transformed into a wintry wonderland, where snow blankets the earth in a pristine white cloak, and frost paints delicate patterns on every surface. Her, in this white dress and pale skin, it is easy to call her snow white, she is a princess after all.

" The last stretch before sunrise dragged on slow. I wore an ivory dress - plain but classy, with a high neckline hiding the marks on my throat, long sleeves tapering to tips near my fingers. Silver thread along the bottom glinted in the fire’s glow, almost as if I’d stepped into light pulled from the sky. My hair got braided, then pinned back, so my neck stayed uncovered. A little while after, the dressmaker tucked tiny white blossoms right into the plait - not just any flowers, these were winter ones, quiet but tough, carrying a sharp scent like cold air.

My breath catches. They slowly remove the protective cloth. The fitted sweetheart bodice is embroidered with thousands of tiny silver crystals that sparkle like frost beneath the morning sun. Delicate off-the-shoulder sleeves bloom around the arms like clouds. Layers upon layers of white and icy-blue tulle cascade gracefully toward the floor, fading together like winter skies meeting fresh snow. The magnificent train stretches across nearly the entire room, shimmering with fine silver embroidery that resembles stardust scattered across a frozen lake. It is breathtaking.

Terrence asked. “I don’t know. Plan something so that I can refuse or agree to it.” I snorted. “This Irian’s Jasmine flower has a beautiful color like a rose. Do you agree?” Terrence asked. After a while, I nodded and was silent for a while. I quickly went to retrieve the grain from Terrence’s hand. I looked closely at it and said that we could do it tomorrow morning. Terrence smiled quickly.

He exclaimed, turning around and clapping his hand, motioning them to follow him to the maze of big flower baskets neatly arranged into parallel lines, each containing a specific variety of floras. “Here she is. My own personal definition of perfection. She is a thing of beauty, the epitome of repentance. I am pleased to present La Remissione of house Floretta.” He preened, taking them at the corner part of the shop where his working table was had been set up. On the top of it laid a white bouquet with golden fringes ribbons. “As you can see, I decorated it with white tulips to symbolize purity and serenity.” Rossi caresses his thumb over the petals as he goes explaining the meaning of each

She shivered and rubbed her arms as she walked towards her room. Behind her was a cloud of white fog that slowly took shape of a body. The person saw her leaving but could not stop her as it suddenly disappeared in the air. .... "Master, I have collected all the petals." Veer happily added the last amount of fresh petals in the big baskets that were on a big white table. The garden ahd different varieties of flowers. There were roses, jasmine, camomile, lavender, Hibiscus, Calendula with different varieties. He had carefully picked fresh petals in different baskets and all he had to do was to make tea of these.