Bunga Love の小説・ストーリー

She giggled to herself, " Yuki was right. A new story has begun. I wonder what color flower they bloomed." Yuki was already by the plum tree situated on the Divine land. The tree that was naked with its flower on the ground a day ago was now blooming again with new flowers. The flowers that bloomed were of a different colors. The tree that always grew white flowers had purple flowers grown in the middle of winter. Yuki was admiring the flowers and the tree, "This color of love seems beautiful yet sad. If only this love could end beautifully..." The purple flowers that were grown had started falling from the tree again.

Can anyone predict what's gonna happen next? Keep on showering your love and support me. Lots of Love from LilFlower 💙

"Oh that one, I'm not quite sure. That was sent just a while ago, with an unkown sender." I stared at the rose intently and wondered who sent this. I really could not think of anyone. The message says 'Congratulations!' Congratulations, that's all. "Amielle, do you know who would sent me this?" I asked. "I have no idea, but maybe, it's just from one of your partner brands or something." She said like it's a normal thing. "No, they would usually send bouquets, not a single rose" I contradicted "For a change, maybe? Don't stress yourself too much on a rose, Stace. I know you're tired better get yourself rested. Call time for tomorrow's early" She said and walked straight to her room.

Realizing Liam's intentions, Sylvia cried out in fear, clutching his hand and begging. "No, please! Don't do that, I'm still a virgin! I can't have an illicit relationship with you." "Very good!" Liam's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement. Sylvia's beautiful tear-stained face and her perfect body made his lower erection unstoppable, uncontrollable like it was exploding. For a moment, he felt that Sylvia was very familiar, even the ecstatic sweet scent of her body made him fall in love with him. "You have to be mine… forever mine." Sylvia's fingers on smooth skin stimulated Liam's burning thirst for love.

“Pasalubong.” Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, simple and elegant, with a tiny rose charm attached. “This rose,” he said gently, “is a symbol of my love for you. Just a small reminder that you’re always in my heart.” I looked at the bracelet, then at him. I said nothing for a while. “Can I put it on you?” he asked. Still silent, I extended my wrist. He clasped the bracelet around it with such care, it made my heart ache.

When he spoke again, his voice was colder. “Go.” The word shattered what little strength I had left. I slid out of bed, my hands shaking as I dressed. Every movement felt surreal, like I was watching myself from the outside. I grabbed my bag, my sketchbook—the one thing that still felt like me. At the door, I paused. “I love you,” I said, my voice barely holding together. “I always will.” He didn’t turn around. “If we ever cross paths again,” he said quietly, “I won’t let you go.”

The flower would only grow if there were love from both people whose souls were bound. If one of them refused, the flower would not grow—or might even turn to ash if the bond between them had been severed. Eira took a little water and watered it. Her hope in Kael’s love had long since faded, but for some reason, she wanted to see what it would look like if the flower bloomed under the brilliant light of the full moon. “Do you still remember home?” Kael stood there, already wearing his pajamas and with his arms crossed, greeting Eira upon her return.

"Top notes of citrus, middle notes of magnolia, and a hint of ginger at the finish. Color is translucent and bright. It hits the tongue with a slight astringency, but the sweet aftertaste blossoms instantly, like a spring-fed stream flowing down the throat. "The scene it evokes is a Florennish garden at dawn—dewy grass wetting a white dress, the hem dusted with earth and the fragrance of blooming plants. This is a tea called First Love." The words left my lips, and the Florennish representatives were the first to rise, clapping with genuine admiration. "Bravo, Ms. White! This is exactly what we were looking for! Bravo!" Applause thundered through the venue. In the midst of all the praise mea