Paket Bunga Mawar Novels & Stories

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

replied Lexy, successfully making Alice delighted. *** Now, Lexy and Alice are at the Rawa Belong Flower Market. In this market, various types of flowers are offered, including chrysanthemums, asters, orchids, peacock flowers, snapdragons, and gerberas. Then there's baby's breath, jasmine, lilies, lotus flowers, gladioli, cockscomb flowers, Casablanca lilies, up to tulips, and many other types of flowers. There are also types of roses imported from Malang and Bandung. Not only red roses, but there are also white, pink, orange, yellow, even blue, and rainbow-colored roses.

He had only watched her from behind earlier, so he didn’t realize she was cutting the British Roses. “They smell really nice too. I didn’t know roses could have such a lovely fragrance.” He grew even more panicked when he saw the basket. Not only British Roses, but also Julia Roses, Grasshopper Roses, Madame Caroline Testout, Bourbon Roses, and even Blue Roses. All of those were Mawar’s treasured collection—rare types with very high value. “Aren’t they all super pretty?” Elizabeth smiled while sniffing the rose gently. Doctor John nodded with a stiff smile. Whatever trouble she might get into, he had already decided he would protect her.

“Listen to yourself! What a sweet-talker, but it feels nice to hear that.” Rose smiled and told her of the bouquet requirements. It would not be difficult to put together, and Eva remembered every word carefully. Once Rose was done, Eva got the address from her. “I’ll transfer the money to you. I'd probably need you to deliver it over.” Rose hung up after that. Eva began to put the bouquet together quickly. Birthday flowers had to be elegant and classy. Considering that the bouquet was for Rose’s friend, she decided to go with pomegranate flowers, Erythrina, and hibiscuses. She used baby's breath to accentuate the bouquet further.

Flowers had always had a way of softening hearts and bringing joy, and she hoped they could help ease the growing unease among the pack. She gathered her materials: a variety of vibrant flowers, fresh greens, and delicate ribbons. With each stem she selected, she envisioned the smiles they would bring to her pack family. She chose bright sunflowers to symbolize happiness and hope, cheerful daisies for innocence and purity, and deep purple irises to signify wisdom and hope for the future.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.