Bunga Teratai Putih Salju Novels & Stories

Pure Friendships The grand delivery was not a provocative declaration, but two beautiful bouquets of pristine white tulips. White tulips represented the absolute purity of platonic friendship. The blossoms were incredibly radiant, fresh, and dripping with dew. Facing a gesture of this tier, Chloe Bishop and Lulu accepted them with open, relaxed smiles.

Even though people here live in the snow, their hearts are warm and pure. She is marveling at the beautiful lake. Right next to it, is a garden full of beautiful blue roses which are blooming brightly against the white snow. The flowers seem to be sparkling with life, emitting a pleasant scent which is spreading throughout the whole area. Roseanne stoops down to stroke them. “Loving them? They are yours.”

I raised my hand once more, taking hold of Freya's cool fingertips. "Do you know? In Snowland, there are breathtaking ice flowers that bloom when the enchanting Aurora Borealis graces the sky, symbolizing holy and everlasting love. When I first saw that flower, I thought, 'I must bring you here to witness it with your own eyes; you'll surely love it.' If not for the accident, I believe I would have taken you there long ago. But now, it's not too late..." Freya's body stiffened as she fixedly gazed at me.

Yet, as we stepped onto the snow-covered bank, there was an undeniable allure to the scene. The pond's surface glistened under the winter sun, a vast expanse of ice reflecting the pale blue sky above. It was like nature had painted a serene masterpiece, using only shades of white and silver. The trees surrounding the pond stood frozen, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.

The cabin, usually cozy and warm, has been transformed into something magical. Candles are everywhere—on the mantel, the coffee table, the windowsills—casting a golden glow that dances across the room. The soft light reflects off the wood-paneled walls, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. But what really takes my breath away are the flowers. White tulips, my absolute favorite, are arranged in elegant vases all around the room. Their delicate petals are tinged with the softest hint of pink, and they fill the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance that mingles with the scent of the candles.

But what caught my attention was that this same glittery essence wasn't just limited to the tree, it was also suspended on the lake's surface. Amidst this shimmering expanse, giant lily pads floated serenely, each one crowned with a majestic tulip. These blooms came in a kaleidoscope of blues, magentas, and purples, their delicate petals unfolding like silken sails in the breeze. Some tulips stood tall, their cups open to the sky, while others remained softly closed, as if hiding the secrets of the world beneath their delicate, soft exterior.

demanded the frost princess. There was no hint of a smile on her face, and being so close to her, Maria could've sworn she saw malice flash in this girl's eyes. Standing before Maria was Eira Snow, a girl who was known to never smile with words that cut sharp like ice. She reminded Maria of an ice-princess with her pale skin, icy-blue eyes, and snow-white and pale blue ombre locks flowing down her back, wearing a pretty indigo and midnight-blue dress.

By keeping the notepad aside, he stood up and glided his fingers on the glass window, as if caressing the girl. The realization hit him hard when he saw her using the phone and without wasting a second, he dashed out. … While roaming around, the flower garden caught her attention. There were many types, still, her legs turned towards the sweetly blossomed white lily plant. As it hasn’t snowed since yesterday, the whole garden looked fresh. She was caressing the flower gently when she heard a familiar muscular voice, “White lily is the symbol of purity and innocence.” Su Yeon turned around and saw the same person she has seen on tv a few days back, “Oh! Aren’t you Chen?” when he nodded she sm

I hesitated, taking the roll and unfurling a section of it to get a better look. Indeed, the pattern was incredibly pretty—a delicate floral design depicting yellow daffodils and white roses wound around one another, with tiny canaries flitting between the flowers, all laid against a subtle cream-colored background. “Oh,” Zelda said, tapping the paper. “Now that’s regal.” It was. “Is there more of this?” I asked the servant. She bit her lip. “I’m not sure, ma’am. I can ask. If not, the prince will surely—”

“While I was out for some task, I looked for the best for you.” He bent down and kissed the top of my head before he fished something out from the paper bag he was holding. Then a white and blue colored flower crown was placed on top of my head, making me gasp in surprise and amazement at how beautiful the flowers are. If I am not mistaken, the white ones are the gypsophila or also known as the baby’s breath, and blue ones are the Forget Me Not. Indeed, it looks so… pretty that I wanted to cry, that was too overreacting, but...