Bunga Warna Ungu Novels & Stories

A bold, crimson bouquet. No note. No signature. Just one message, loud and clear. I wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

Flora stood up and rushed to greet the client: - Welcome, sir! How may I serve you? - Hello Miss Flora, they told me you have some fresh Tulips. - Yes indeed! Since the early spring, we have had a good stock of Tulips. Do you want me to compose you a bouquet of them? -Please. Which colors do you have? - Orange, dark pink, fair pink, and some red. - No black?! - No, I apologize! It is quite rare that clients ask for them.

The balcony is made from plants mostly, and some purple and blue flowers. Wisteria, bellflower, foxglove, lavender, purplish blue veronica, freesia, blue-tinted statice, and cornflowers. They are beautiful, so eternal but if you look closely you see they aren't full of life. There's something strange in those color shades. Like they are out of the world. So dark and so full of... I don't recognize this thing. Maybe, I'm just delusional. Yes, I might be, being here in this 'too much too purple' world where I feel all kinds of foreign emotions and all kinds of shades of blue and violet.

I know that is why they are her favorite flowers. -Then you have chosen well. Margaritas are very special. - she says moving around the store, surely guiding me to where they are.- They are all linked to love and innocence, but each color has its meaning; the white ones represent beauty, the yellow ones the joy, the pinks the passion, the blue ones the fidelity, and the purple ones the true love. -Then he pauses and looks at me expectantly.- What do you want? -I want a bouquet that has all of them.

The image of Bianca carrying manure up and down those stairs had me giggling so badly. “Yes, it does paint a pretty satisfying image, doesn’t it?” She said smiling. “Yes, yes it does.” I glanced at the plants again and I realized they were two different colored flowers. “Um, Doc?” I asked, “So which flower is the less deadly aconite?” “That would be the red-orange one.” She responded. “Ah, alright. So what about the blue-purple one?” I asked.

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

Luckily for me though, Sienna wasn't around when I got in, and after taking a shower, I spent about an hour and some studying and doing assignments before going to sleep and dreaming of beautiful green grass and a barefooted mother and son running in it hand in hand in the morning sun. The first face I saw when I got into class, Virginia. Today, she wasn't in her usual neutral or earth coloured clothes but something else. Something that, on her, seemed a little to bright, even though it wasn't all that bright. It just seemed off. I had no problem with people trying new things, especially not after what Alex told me the previous night, but her bright purple sequined dress just seemed...the on