Toko Bunga Mawar Novels & Stories

The shopkeeper told him. “How long would it take for a bouquet of saffron crocus, moon flowers, white orchids, kadupul flowers, white lilies and for filler silver dollar eucalyptus, myrtle, lemon leaf, poms and baby’s breath.” Meredith’s eyes were growing wide as she listened to Brayden’s conversation with the shopkeeper. How did he know of so many different flowers? This was a new side to him she hadn’t known. Meredith blinked a few times not hearing what the shopkeeper said in return. “Greta…”

I got to the flower shop and looked around when the florist walked up to me. “Good day, sir,” the florist greeted. I nodded. “Good day.” “What would you like to get?” he asked. I looked around the shop and noticed tulips. I smiled. Marissa loved tulips. I remembered that in her room there was a fake flower vase, and before the divorce, she always had tulips in the mansion. “Tulips,” I said with a smile. The florist nodded, packaged the flowers, and handed them over to me.

The woman explained with a tone of regret. "Then how many roses do you have?" Marco asked. "Hmm ... wait a minute!" Said the woman stood up, then went out of the room! Wait a minute...yes!" She asked. Marco nodded, and waited in the room for about 2 minutes, until the woman came back into the room, Marco waited. "We only have 1000 stalks of red roses, 1000 stalks of white roses." Explained the flower shop owner. Marco took out a black card that was used to pay, the woman received a card ... She understood that this customers would absolutely buy all flowers she have now. She takes care of payments.

Flowers. I had told myself earlier I wanted to get Susanna flowers. A small gesture, She deserved beauty, not just battles. I pulled away from the secluded road, turning not towards the fastest route home, but towards the distant glow of the city lights. I spotted a small, brightly lit shop, its neon sign flickering: "Blossom & Bloom." It seemed almost miraculous. I parked and went inside. The chime above the door announced my arrival. The air inside was warm, humid, and thick with the scent of lilies and roses. An older woman with kind eyes and a headscarf looked up from behind a counter overflowing with vibrant arrangements. She seemed startled, then offered a tired but gentle smile.

The bell above the door chimed incessantly, a cheerful symphony that marked the constant stream of customers entering and leaving the shop. The air was fragrant with the sweet, earthy aroma of tulips in every shade imaginable. Rows of pink, yellow, red, and the rare “Midnight Flame” filled the space, their vibrant colors brightening even the gloomiest winter day.

Maria seethed. I blinked at her, surprised with the words she said. ‘The sales drop because I was not around? That… can’t be possible,’ I thought to myself. ‘But although Maria is loud, she will never get in trouble without any reason. It seems like the Blossom Hall really started some trouble.’ The Blossom Hall was the flower shop located beside our Eternity Flower Shop. Thus, there was always competition between the two shops, especially during the Flower Festival where the two shops always participated in the competition on who would sell the most flowers in a day.

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

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.

The air was filled with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers, transporting visitors to a serene oasis amidst the rural chaos. Inside, the shop was divided into cosy, intimate spaces, each showcasing a different aspect of the florist's art. To the left, a stunning display of fresh-cut flowers overflowed from gleaming glass vases, their colours and textures expertly arranged to create a visual masterpiece. Roses, carnations, and sunflowers mingled with exotic blooms, each one perfectly placed to create a symphony of hues and shapes.