Novel & Cerita Lotus Blossom Mlp

Lotus pouted. "Silly mermaid, I'm sure that's not it, so what changed your mind?" Anita asked. "I just thought otherwise, but when we hugged, it was..." Lotus said. "Was?" Anita asked. "Nosy ghost" Lotus replied and they laughed. *****************************************

"Oh. That thought is soothing to the senses." "Oops, wait. I am really bad with the choice of words. I failed my English language and grammar many times because of my incapability to be "gramatically correct" all the time. Hmm, the right choice of word is, I think, that what Lisha and I experienced, how to describe it concisely, is it is chilling, that it will make the hairs at the back of your neck stand for hours. It is really scary." Red lotus flower. Blue lotus flower. Pink lotus flower.

THETA, BLUE MOON… Debby looked at the lotus flower that Bubble had placed on the surface of the water in a clay container. The flowers looked beautiful and fresh. Surprisingly, during the journey, it was not damaged at all. It took three weeks for the Lycan army to return to Blue Moon. And this flower has not wilted at all. "Myrna said only you can hear it..." Declan spoke while staring closely at it. Everyone in the room were silent, they didn't say anything else. Declan, Finn, Rio, Debby, even Bubble looked lost in thought with sad faces.

"And yet you still refuse to tell us who The Black Lotus is." Isabelle swallowed. "Because it won’t matter. You can’t stop them." Darwin stepped forward. "Then tell us anyway." Isabelle hesitated. Then, finally, she exhaled. "The Black Lotus isn’t a person." Fiona frowned. "What?" Isabelle’s voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s an idea. A movement. A network of powerful people who trade in secrets and destruction. There’s no single head to cut off—because the moment you think you’ve found it, another one takes its place."

Echoing the head of the neighborhood, the sound of a dog barking stretched into a howl. “If I had liked it, I would have knelt begging you to smoke more. What should be banned?" Basil Henry extinguished it with his hand and threw it under the lotus pond in the distance. Seen from afar, the immense lotus pond spreads out in front of the eyes, only the lotus flowers are visible. The leaves are swaying like charms with the wind. Closer, we see more clearly, intertwined with the cool green lotus leaves are lotus buds, fresh pink lotuses like the lips of a baby girl. The wind sways the lotus leaves, tilts the lotus buds, ripples the blooming lotuses, and scatters the dying petals. Standing on the