Bunga Lentera Novels & Stories

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.

"You would allow that." "I am not certain what we are building yet. But I think it has room for complicated." I pause. "Not yet. When things are steadier. But eventually." She nods. Carefully. The way people receive things they did not dare ask for. --- Marcus carries the flowers. This was his idea. He found them somewhere in the safe house garden — small, yellow, the kind that have no particular ceremony attached to them — and he decided on his own that they belonged at the ceremony.

“Guess they didn’t all die.” I ran over to it and waved Zena over. The flower was small, pretty and seemed like it had just bloomed as it was the only ray of light amidst the brown leaves in the greenhouse. It was a combination of orange, yellow and red and it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. “Ohhh…That’s a lantana.” Zena said, touching the flower softly and smiling. “You know it?”

This day was fun because my mother decided to create a tournament of who found the most beautiful flower for her to choose, and to be fair she would not see whose flower she found. Offline souvenir: - What will you choose next? - I asked, and again she scanned the various flowers with her gaze. - This one is yellow. - This one is from the Nenu Kingdom: Known to be a peaceful kingdom, the inhabitants are of average structure, so they are hired by the Billabong kingdom, they are the nesters who dug the holes. In their kingdom in salt water a flower called laughter is born, when it feels threatened. Nooo! - I screamed when I realized that Bella was about to touch the flower.

asked Keira with a twinkle in her eyes. "Just a moment, princess." Langit took something in his car, a bouquet of flowers that he had prepared earlier gave to Keira. "Sky..." "Your favorite, pink rose." Keira received the flower with a happy feeling, kissing it repeatedly. Her face lited up, her eyes twinkeled. Keira always liked when Langit gave her pink roses, a flower that was always beautiful to her and had a story. "Pink roses, not pink marmots." Langit smiled warmly then kissed Keira's forehead softly. "I like pink, because in that color, I seem could see you."

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

The note was addressed to me. Rosemary, About three decades ago, Andromeda discovered that Cephalus, our brother, had fallen in love with a wolf named Lillian. She belonged to the Crimson Rose pack and was destined to marry their Alpha. Andromeda used this to her advantage, as she needed a hybrid for her plans. To achieve her twisted goals, she killed Astraea, our youngest and Cephalus’s most beloved sister, and took her place using a powerful glamour spell. Cephalus trusted Astraea more than anyone, so he didn’t see through the deception. Andromeda manipulated Cephalus’s mind, twisting his thoughts and controlling his actions. Under her influence, he kidnapped Lillian. Your mother.

Kenzo said and Yara blushed. They entered the garden and Yara was really amazed by the flowers that were arranged beautifully around the area. There were roses, orchids, tulips, lotus, gazania, water lilies, cherry blossom, bird of paradise, and dahlia. She was smelling each kind and touching their petals. "Like it?" Kenzo asked. "Yeah, this is amazing." Yara said and smiled at Kenzo. All their tantrums a while ago faded.

"You can be such a brat you know. But I love you anyway. Just be out front waiting for me." Takeyasu ended the call and began to do the research he needed for Akiaya. He decided to send her the wrong flowers for two weeks to her office. On the last day he wanted them to send her several dozen bouquets of her favorite flowers. Time went by slowly as he waited for Takamasa to show up. He managed to find twelve flowers he planned on sending her. Aster, Pink camellia, Red camellia, White carnation, White clover, Gardenia, Heliotrope, Blue hyacinth, White jasmine, Morning glory, Yarrow, Red rose, and Lavender. He went into his notes to jot down the flowers and their meanings. Then decided to send

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.